The Big Green House

 

TODAY'S ALERT STATUS:

Favorite spam names

Flukier S. Curmudgeons

Autocracy M. Wallabies

Poohed H. Cathedrals

Aboding L. Charmingly

Carnivore I. Immobilize

Incombustible T. Rilling

Bacterium I. Cohabit

Jitney H. Cremation

Verna G. Lugubriousness

Circuitry S. Winsomely

Fleck F. Sleep

Hissing F. Preacher

Circuitous E. Property

Slops A. Brothering

Concentric L. Merchantman

Rosey Dionysus

Cholera O. Correspondent

Guadalupe Boudreaux

Guttural K. Olives

Favoritism M. Holed

Taiwan B. Hedgerows

Graying P. Kiwis

Ulysses Chung

Croupiest R. Hoses

Dunbar O’Monsters

Fidel Winkler

Coffeecake P. Rim

Jenkins L. Pothook

Hydrogenates S. Flushest

Rigidness H. Atrocity

Quincy Zapata

Synthesizer H. Dissenter

Bergerac J. Thrower

Reaped H. Humiliations

Buffing B. Carcinogens

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

Monday, February 03, 2003

 

I don�t know if he�s even Catholic



Well, I�ve made several attempts at writing about the loss of the Columbia, but they�ve all come out sounding awfully sappy. The pre-pubescent bmarkey was fascinated by the space program & would be very disappointed to find out that my last vacation was not spent on the moon. The so-called �adult� me feels pretty much the same way.

Instead, I will now relate a fragment of a dream I had a couple of years ago, in the hope that you will find it amusing:

I dreamt that Popeye had been made Pope.

(I guess that would make him Pope-eye, wouldn�t it?)

That�s it. I can�t remember any more of the dream, just that the Vicar of Christ was a short, bald, tattooed, pipe-smoking sailor with over-developed forearms and the ability to contort his flexed biceps so that they appeared to be battleships, prone to fits of intense violence brought on by the consumption of canned spinach.