Popcorn futures soar!!

Rep Wanker in da gym.

Carpe Diem!

No Koalas, they.

In The Secret Recesses of His Heart Friedman 'Fesses To The Truth

Meanwhile, Le Pew keeps doing his Pepean walk over a flatbrowed Earth.

Lot's O' Dead Ricains Walking , The Equivalence Of It All In the Gospel According to Pepe

Le Pew smiles through his Ululation. After all, now we are Ruled by an Obamacles Imperator who knows who the REAL Nazis are. Just like Abu Ghraib with those killer undies. Adolf and Joe? Fucking Heroes.
In order, Malmady, Buchenwald at Liberation, Abu Ghraib

Landing on Mars.

Hard to believe it is over 400 million miles away

I'm Back in this Absolut World

Today, I have internet. And the end of blessed silence from AA is unhappily upon you. Vodkas all around, boyos.

AI, we've got to get a drink sometime soon. I now understand why the devil's water sells so well near any public education joint. I need liquor, and I need it muy pronto.
MFT, enjoy that beetsoup and blackbread. However, I shall return to this plate of freshly grilled viands from a local Brazilian restaurant.
JJ, bliss while you can on the sub-80 temperatures while you have them. Come April you'll be sweating a mighty river, if not hunkering down in a brick icebox of a building that would do Novgorad proud.

The "mapclustr" has grown nicely since we "made public" this blog. But I won't rest happy until we see a nice little dot out of Mecca [probably the HQ of the Ministry For The Propagation of Virtue and The Prevention of Vice --and not the harem quarters where some fat poobah from the House of Saud keeps his comely wenches. Oh well].

[Added a pic--is that you in front of that rakija vat, AA? --AI]

A Winter's Day Came a Traveler

This is a time of transition, or at least suspension of the old path, for at least three of us.
From goat hunting and wine drinking on the Alps to stumbling through Tejas nothingness with only a spider in that dried water jug for company; there goes JJ.
From dancing with wolves as a high plains Dakota snow drifter to playing the most berserk of Vikings in all of Ulan Bator; there goes MFT.
From watching harbor seals through the grey mists of Puget Sound to crashing and burning in spectacular fashion against the serried ranks of Russkie students [each and every one a Little Tsar] in Massachusetts; there goes AA.

Et tu AI?..........At least we may sleep secure with the certainty of Pepe Le Roi Soleil in his magnificent Versaille.