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 thursday, january 25Choo choo Sometimes, on Sunday, after watching 60 Minutes, I forget to change the channel and before I realize it, I'm watching Touched by an Angel. The swoopy music and doves should give it away but I'm pretty much in a stupor given the state of the nation as reported minutes earlier by Morley, Mike and Ed. I don't know about you, but I really don't like the idea of angels walking among us in human form. Angels should be required to appear in full regalia even if they have to turn sideways to fit their wings through the door. Good or bad news should be imparted from the beyond with as much pomp and pageantry as possible. Wings, halos, and trumpets. That goes for aliens as well. I read the National Enquirer, I know what's going on. They're here, aren't they? You want proof? Here you go. Aliens should be required to let it all hang out. None of this zipping into a human husk to keep us all guessing. I think that life should be more like that crazy bar scene in Star Wars. But I for one, don't want to fall prey to any abduction and experimentation. I had enough of that last year when all of my fillings were replaced and two bits were carved from the roof of my mouth only to be sutured to my gums. Feng Schwa's where it's at. Not Feng Shui, but Feng Schwa. Arranging one's environment to prevent abduction. There's little out there about this, or at least none that I could find, but I did read somewhere that miniature marshmallows work well as spacers between one's head and a protective tin foil lining! So, there you have it: 60 Minutes > angels > aliens > dentistry > abduction > miniature marshmallows. The Heather Champ train of thought. Choo choo, baby!
The 1000 Journals Project [via Calamondin] Yeah! Greg's back, though I'm not sure about all the Canada stuff. Yesterday? Queen of denial. |
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