Thoughts on coming back from Paradise
Palm Springs isn't too bad...........if you can accept that
it came
into
existence just a few decades ago.
At
Thanksgiving dinner, my dad pointed out a part of the mountain that
overlooked
the Palm Springs area, and told me the story of, in the
early
'40s, when the army was training to go into Northern Africa and
try
and kick Rommel out, they had to train someplace that was
desert-like.
So, they found this area in Southern California, shipped
all
the equipment there, and blasted a friggin' plateau into the side
of
the mountain so that Patton could observe the movements.
A
ten-ounce bottle of apple juice at LAX is $3.75.
A
Woman behind me on the plane asked for "Diet Tonic Water". I mean,
come
*ON*. If you're looking to shave calories off of your tonic, you
are
in need of some form of therapy.
Dying
between the thighs of a warrior goddess really *ain't* such a
bad
way to go.
I
really want the ninja guy to get together with the Time Cube guy and
beat
the crap out of each other. I have a feeling that Ninja Guy will
beat
the crap out of him, and Time Cube guy will re-think his theories
in
the light of having someone's foot shoved up his ass.
Flight
attendants (at least, the ones on Delta) now, as a rule, put
pictures
of their children on their ID card holders, so that the
pictures
face out. I'm not sure whether that's to convince someone who
hijacks
the plane to not kill them because they have kids, or that
they
want to have the pictures of their kids close in case anything
happens.
I
may have purchased a T-shirt, a patch cord, two sets of guitar
strings,
and a capo from a porn star.
D
Minor really *is* the saddest of all the keys.
Clever
beats cute any day of the goddamn week.
Raging
against the dying of the light might not be the thing for
everyone..............plastic
surgery freaks, I'm looking in your
direction.......
And,
there are few things better than strapping yourself into a 'Mech,
flicking
some switches, tromping across the wasteland to pour cover
fire
onto bunkers and gun emplacements, so your partners can lay waste
to
a particular stretch of territory, and anything that's on top of
it.
'course,
that wasn't in Palm Springs, but it might be someday........
Mad
Dan