we are the insurgents

worldwide the status quo reigns. war is easier to maintain than peace. there are a million ways to feel better about oneself without ever having to change. but we are watching. we come from everywhere: every continent and every country, every color and every creed, every walk of life and tax bracket. we refuse to go down like this. we will not be sedated with commercials that sell us beauty in a jar. we won't be distracted from the coffins and the dirty lies our political leaders feed us as they sign death warrants under the table. we refuse to accept our fate. right now, legionaires are taking up pens or books, calvaliers are sitting to their computers. others will take up microphones and guitars. our weapons will only wound your mind; open it like a gash to the possibility of other possibilities. we look just like you. this is not a revolution of blood in the streets or even to overthrow a government. it is a revolution of the heart. it is a war being battled for the common good of mankind the world over. missiles loaded with the message "there doesn't have to be a right or wrong, good or evil. we are all human beings." will be targeted at each and every home. paint a bull's-eye on your television. the time is now. rome is burning and nero is playing air guitar to his ipod. break free of media fetters to allow your own self to decide what you like and what you want. make change for the better. sow the seeds of peace and acceptance. break down barriers of style and income. be happy. be so happy and comfortable with yourself that your cup overflows and you must share the run-off with those around you who aren't so blessed. the revolution will not be televised.

the expedition to the pole has been rerouted...

my oldest gets off the school bus, and after a few pleasantries, i look him up and down and ask him:

"why, in one of the hottest states in the country, are you dressed like you're going on an excursion to the antarctic?"

"i don't understand what you mean."

"it's, what? 97, 98 degrees outside, and like a million percent humidity with nary a cloud in the sky, and you are wearing shoes, socks, jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket like you're gonna race in the iditarod."

"it's in case it gets cold."

"like through some freak accident the temperature is gonna plummet some 60-odd degrees, just like that [snaps]?!?"

"ummm, i just-- i dont' wanna feel cold."

"ok, man, but drink some water when you get inside so you don't die of heatstroke."

darth sardonic

cowgirls espresso

some time ago, i dunno, prolly while my wife was in parts east and my mind had gone on a temporary leave of absence, i mentioned cowgirls espresso, a chain of drive thru coffee huts manned--errr, womanned might be a better term--by ladies in bikinis and lingerie.

you, o beloved non-existent readers, probably don't really remember. it was kinda just a passing mention.

well, as things come full circle, lol, i just saw a 15 minute segment on a show on the travel channel (extreme fast food, i believe it was called) all about my favorite joint to grab a cuppa joe when i am visiting home.

of course, the camera people didn't leave the comforts of seattle for the shabbier realms of tacoma and lakewood to actually visit my personal favorite hut, but still.

nice to see a bit of something i associate with home, and that to me was a clever idea on a local level, achieve a certain amount of national acclaim.

darth sardonic

p.s. the publishers have the magnum crapp--err, The Unfinished Work, and have assured me it went in with the next batch of books to be published. just a waiting game now, o my beloved non-existents, my droogs and only friends. i'll keep you posted.