Día de los muertos

Momo came home today. I thought it appropriate, considering it's Halloween and the Day of the Dead is almost upon us. time to build a shrine/make a sugar skull?

take it to the Rainbow Bridge.

Kübler-Ross left "self-destructive behavior" off of her admittedly incomplete Five Stages of Grief list; nearly two weeks after Momo, I haven't been a good boy.

TV mom

the clothes that TV mommies wear in commercials—undershirt, V-neck sweater, and boring slacks—seem to say, "mommy makes babies, but mommy doesn't make whoopie."

from a friend...

...re: Momo: "I just saw your blog; I'm very sorry for your loss. an exceptional cat is a great thing; their passing is all the more painful." thanks, pal Joey.

goodnight, Peach Boy.

no more family meetings or "hi, boys!" or "who's a boy with a face?" or Snoopy Vulture or stays at the Nut Hut—but then, no more discomfort or needles or pills.

a fantascene

Stranger: [to Me, who’s having a cig] you shouldn't smoke; it's bad for you.

I: [to Stranger, who smiles as if self-satisfied] so is offering unsolicited advice.

from The Great Infidels (1881)

"to those who passed sentence upon him [Giordano Bruno] said: 'it is with greater fear that ye pass this sentence upon me than I receive it.'"
–Robert Ingersoll

schoolhouse wreck

these are adjectives that are used as nouns—with verbs—in TV ads:
·    Engineering amazing
·    Expect fresh
·    Eat fresh
and what the fuck does "now more than ever" mean?

will wait till next year.

another year, another $190 million-plus dollars. the New York Yankees division-winning season is up in smoke. for some reason, I'm not too upset—nearly over it.

save the children? "fuck the children!"

as I walk about town, I watch for drivers, dog poo, pennies/other money on the ground, other pedestrians, and lately the corner kids who want me to stop & chat.

new drinking game

are you...? do you...? if you or someone you know... you won't see one low-
end late-night ad during any low-end late-night TV show that doesn't start like that.

they matter-matter-matter!

it's funny how they say none of the ballplayers' stats matter (they're thrown out the window) in the playoffs, but they won't stop mentioning them. they matter!