The other night I was at work pretty late - didn't get out till 10 pm cause I was working on something I needed for the Embroidery Club meeting the next morning. It was kinda worth it, cause on the way home I got to see one of the most magnificant moons ever, really huge for that late, and that lovely cream-color that makes it so mystical. Then, I saw a red flash, and when I looked over I saw fireworks coming from the ball park. I got my own full moon and fireworks show all at once, while driving over that beautiful bridge I get to cross twice a day (I have a truly beautiful commute that I never get tired of: along the beach, past the Legion of Honor, through Seacliff, through the Presidio, onto the bridge, through the Rainbow tunnel and into Marin - micro-climates galore). Who needs the 4th of July crowds? So what if I was going 30 in a 45 and everybody was passing me? Those folks need to slow down and catch the beautiful sights they are missing. You all have a glorious 4th, now.
PORN ON THE 4TH OF JULY

The Tsunami warning the other night was kind of a kick. The biggest kick was watching the media grasp at straws to create drama where there was none. Living at the beach I guess I should have paid attention and gone to higher ground but I have a feeling this is going to turn out to be a wolf-crying thing. I will flee for no reason enough times that finally I won't flee and will float away.
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WAVES OF PASSION

Lee's rant reminded me of a commercial for Travelocity that has been on lately, which is about how they will fix any problem you may encounter with your travel arrangements, which leads me to believe that Lee Lee the Musical Bee is not alone! Many many others must have had horrific adventures because of Travelocity safus. Travelocity is too late, though; those people will never go back and have told all their friends.

Then I started thinking about other commercials. Like the one for GM's Employee Discount, with all these proud GM employees. Too bad they all picked up a pink slip this week.

And am I the only one who is completely freaked out by the Burger King guy? If I woke up to some big plastic king in my bed, I would be in the psych ward for a month or more. Why aren't any of these people screaming, or clubbing him with the nearest crowbar? Creeeepy. Brrrr.

COMMERCIAL WORLD

I'm watching the Eagles on tv and I'm sorry but Joe Walsh is a truly ugly guy. He's always been ugly, but some ugly guys, like Jack Palance, get better-looking with age. Not Joe. J like the music, though, and that's what counts. "Rocky Mountain Way" still has the most singable guitar solo of all.

Ok, that's not my rant. Neither is this: my sister lives in Laguna Beach. She says that if the slides get any worse she will have to add a hardhat to her work attire. Pretty amazing. Maybe housing there will become affordable and we can all go bask in the sun on the cheap.

Mostly my rant is about the wierd things that go through your mind when you are in the grip of a fever. My fever dreams were primarily religious in nature - I had just read a book about Noah's Ark and I was frantically trying to make room for myself on it. Not sleeping, you know, but lost somewhere. Thrashing thrashing. I have a minor infatuation with a lovely Greek Orthodox monk, flowing robes, flowing hair, buying a sewing machine, and that kind of played into it. I thought maybe I was being punished for having semi-impure thoughts about a man of the cloth, but that was fleeting. Thrashing thrashing. Able to feel every inch of my skin against the sheet. Every tiny stubble on my legs was like a thorn. Make room, the Ark is full, the rains are coming. Squish the pillows to make room. Please can I sleep now? Talking to the Others, nobody there. Two nights I was tortured by this. (Health tip of the week: don't start drinking gallons of fruit juice until you know whether or not your affliction has intestinal ramifications). Anyway, my mental acuity is at a bit of a low, hence:
TOO HOT FOR PORN