Yes, and I’m glad to see you. But seriously, is this a problem? I carry my phone clipped to the pocket of my Levis. The front pocket. Should I be worried, or are these “scientists” just fishing for a way to get in the news? And what’s “standby setting?” Is that like when I’m watching football or thinking about livestock or something?

Aljazeera.Net – Sperm cells dislike mobile phones

Prominent DC Shrink Diagnoses Bush to be a Paranoid, Sadistic Meglomaniac

Haven’t I been saying this? And I only had a year of psych, before I changed my major to English. Anyway, King George is quite mad. I’m not voting for him, no siree. How ’bout you?

Found this at Twists and Turns.

Hats off and a moment of silence please for Buzz’s favorite coffee mug. Man, I’m sorry.

I’ve got a few favorites that were gifts. My Dad has one with a moose that says, “wanna moose around?” Get it? Not sure I do. But he loves it. I can’t imagine what would happen if something happened, you know?

What? You say you wanna see it? I have my digi camera, and I’m housesitting for my folks, so I could …. No way. Are you insane? I’d wind up dropping it. Just use your imagination, OK? It’s a cartoon moose. … Wait! He’s holding it in the picture from my post on his birthday. Look closely at the inside of the rim. See the moose? Yeah.

We argue about flowers

We raise our voices

and the flowers stand

proudly in the withering light

From a great distance

they softly whisper hush

We don’t really care about flowers

This is just steam from the engine

that drives the great shafts

of our darkness

A wonderful machine

covered with flowers

~KK*

“Mr. Hussein told his interrogator on one occasion that a principal reason for invading [Kuwait] was his belief that he needed to keep his army occupied. … He distrusted what his restive officer corps might do if they were not otherwise distracted.”

He attacked Kuwait because his army was bored and he was afraid of a coup d’etat? Well, I have to admit that Bush’s reasons for attacking Iraq – oil and revenge for trying to kill Bush’s daddy – were better than that. These guys are all crazy.

The New York Times

Metaphor has a movie recommendation for you today:

The Secret Window, starring Johnny Depp, John Turturro, Maria Bello, and Timothy Hutton. It just came out on DVD on 6/22.

* Cool camera work – some really interesting panning shots.

* Depp was good – everybody in it was good. And unlike some movies based on Stephen King’s writing, it doesn’t suffer from a huge cast of characters you can’t keep straight.

* The story was very tight. Some great twists and turns.

* Very nice mood setting; sets and scenery are nearly perfect.

* Good pace. I don’t remember yelling and the screen, “Can we move the plot please?” which I frequently do with movies.

So, go rent it.

The FBI is warning public officials about possible explosive floating material — booby-trapped boyant stuff. They sent out the warning, despite the fact that there’s “no intelligence terrorists are planning to or want to do this.” It’s just hypothetical. Like a certain presidency.

But hey, it could happen. You ever eat a couplethree chilidogs, have a few brewskis and jump in the ol’ hot tub? You’re ground zero, Baby.

CNN.com

Dear Ol’ Dad.

Today was my Dad’s birthday. Happy day, Dad!

He never reads my blog. That’s OK. Nobody in my family reads it. …

Anyway, today was his day and we went to The Olive Garden for lunch, because when you’re at the Olive Garden you’re family. Our waiter was like an annoying cousin, but only in the sense that he was trying awfully hard. Speaking of which I gave dad a card with a dog on it that looked like our Stella, who died four years ago. I thought it would be heartwarming, but maybe it was just troubling. Trying too hard. [sigh]

If at first you don’t succeed, it’s probably time for a nap.

But I digress. I just wanted to point out that my Dad’s a great guy. See all those powerlines in the background of his photo? Of course you don’t, I photoshopped them out. But they were there. And Dad was a lineman for over 3 decades. Scary job, kids. Hard farkin work. Thanks Dad. Love ya.

A little orphaned bit of something, a passing feeling, to share:

On the horizon through the heat

mirages rising from the half-melted

asphalt, I see the first peaks.

I have feared these dark mountains

since childhood, and in a moment

I am climbing the foothills.

A moment more

and there is snow among the trees.

~Kyle

9/29/2001

Catfish: Mama said there’d be days like this.

Tonight I’m listening to Dead Can Dance, Spiritchaser. Thanks Linda!