On the way to work today, I was puzzled by a bumper sticker.

Next to a smiling headshot of Barack Obama, tiny type stated, “We had to go through four years of Carter before we got Reagan.”

At first I was just confused. Was this a pro-Obama sticker? After all, it’s plainly apparent that W is the worst president in modern times. Yet, if that were the case, why cite Carter?

So if it’s intended as an anti-Obama sticker, what the hell is with the freaking just giving up? Even if the polls are running Obama’s favor, and McCain’s campaign looks like a trainwreck of historic proportions today, it ain’t over ’til it’s over.

Yet here on the road before me was what seems to be evidence of surrender. I don’t quite get it.

Anyway, I guess it’s good news either way. If the sticker is somehow likening Obama to Reagan from the perspective that that evil old man was somehow good for the country, great. If it’s a concession, great.

I’m not holding my breath, but there is a shitload – nearly 30 years’ worth – of bad policy and worse politics to undo after the election. It will take a politician as effective as Reagan to tackle it.

I have been using the Google browser at work this week. I like it a lot, especially the minor-seeming UI refinements. It also seems to whomp Firefox in terms of not eating memory over time. Wonder is there’s an ETA on a Mac version?

Leaving work, a passing joke about surgery awakened the memory of last night’s dream: I performed a casual sort of surgery on the neck of a friend, a musician.

He was pausing with me prior to playing a gig in a nearby locale, and for reasons not recalled, it was necessary to carefully flense two half-inch wide, seven-inch long, half-inch thick strips of fatty flech from the back of his neck.

Surgery completed, we were flummoxed by the suddenly-noted lack of dressings. Time dictated that my friend had to depart for the gig, and so he did, wounds undressed and bleeding.

The images in the dream seem to have erupted from one or more long-forgotten documentaries on whaling and sealing, and the vision of the bloodied, fatty flesh clearly reflects this.

Naturally, given the likely source of the imagery, there was only one proper denouement to the act of the flensing.

With a sense of compulsion and horror even within the dream, I ate both ribbons of human flesh

On the way in to work this morning, I was bemused to be passed by what is clearly the last of a dying breed, the dinosauroid SUV.

What bemused me was the model name of the bloated behemoth: the Buick Enclave surely signals a shift in spirit from the Armadas and Escalades of yore.

Goodbye, Chloe.

Your passing fills me with venom and hatred and rage.

I’d say I’ll see you soon, except that would be a motherfucking lie, a mealy-mouth obeisance to Thanatos. Fuck him, and the life-giver too. Pain junkies.

To the man in Radio Shack having a loud conversation regarding your child custody case: by holding this conversation in a loud voice in a public space, you certainly convinced all of your fellow shoppers that you do, indeed make poor choices and led us to most assuredly hope you lose your custody case.

greens in the salad.

greens in the stirfry.

new plants in the rockery.

fresh homegrrown tomatoes.

new neighbors, even.

Another day of sleet and cold inspired me to don a Twittermask, recorded here since I have yet to bolt on a satisfactory RSS scraper for consolidation purposes hereabouts:

REPEAL FALSE WINTER

NO JUSTICE NO SPRING END FALSE WINTER

BRING SPRING HOME NO FALSE WINTER

FALSE WINTER? TRUE SPRING!

FALSE WINTER STEALS YOUR TIME 3 minutes ago

FALSE WINTER RETARDS THE WITHERING AWAY OF THE STATE 4 minutes ago

FALSE WINTER DENYS HISTORICAL INEVITABILITY 5 minutes ago

WITH SOUP AND FIRE AND TIME, FALSE WINTER WILL FALL TO YOUR RESISTANCE 6 minutes ago

LET FALSE WINTER BE SHAMED BY PUBLIC DENUNCIATION AND DRIVEN FROM THE AIR BY MEANS OF ECLIPTIC PRECESSION 7 minutes ago

FALSE WINTER ALIENATES THE WORKER FROM TRUE SPRING – LET THE BULBS AND BLOSSOMS MINGLE 9 minutes ago

RESIST FALSE WINTER 10 minutes ago

DRIVE THE FALSE WINTER FROM THE HEARTHS OF THE PROLETARIAT 11 minutes ago

DEATH TO THE FALSE WINTER 12 minutes ago

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SOL INVICTUS VADUM DEBELLO REPROBA HIBERNA

STAND WITH THE HISTORICAL INEVITABILITY OF THE ORBITAL REVOLUTION: FALSE WINTER YEILDS TO AXIAL PRECESSION

BENEATH THE SNOW, THE BEACH

PWN F4LS3 W1NT3R

Pursuant to my cincy-style chili cravings, I am fixin’ to whomp up a chili feed. Please let me know if you’d like to eat with us. No date is yet set but I think a weekday night next week is likely.

testing.