Okay.

Saturday.

Walmart.

Looking at Halloween stuff.

Poodle skirt costume. Pointing at it, my daughter says to my wife, "Wow, look, Mom! Just like y'all used to have in the 80s right?"

OUCH! Followed by much laughter, and realizing that we were as close to the 50s then as she is to the 80s.

Happy Daze!

Focaccia bread

Focaccia bread. Man, it is GOOD.

You usually eat it with drizzles of olive oil with crushed, tiny bits of garlic to infuse it with flavor. When eaten at an open air cafe in Italy just as the day starts to warm, say, around eleven forty, you can enjoy the smell of the rest of the day's bread baking, as well. Or you could buy one at Walmart. Whatever.

Random Thoughts and Dreams and Narcissism Burnout

I dreamt I was in a nursing home (or hopefully a huge one story hospital). I went outside for air, and it was cold and snowy. I got locked out and had to walk around to another entrance. There were Christmas decorations everywhere, and, bizarrely enough, Christmas presents in the snow like Easter eggs. I grabbed what I could carry, but all the doors I came to were locked. One door had nurses that saw me outside, but they were laughing too hard to let me in.

Figure THAT one out, kids.

...just our society descending into a never ending hall of mirrors...

I think I had narcissism burnout last night. It was 2:15am, the dog had yapped me awake. I realized that all the podcasts and blogs and facebooks and internets and twitters are just our society descending into a never ending hall of mirrors.
I was depressed.
I am sick of writing my own history.
But I can't stop.
I need Brain Calgon for my book writing!

Do you REALLY know Bill Murray?

Me neither.

Via: Online School