G and I embark on a freeway trip in separate vehicles. I lead the way in my gratified coupe. I stop at a roadside diner and go inside. The surly teen behind the counter blows snot at me through a straw, smirks and asks how he can help me. I jump over the counter and pick him up by his shirt, which is full of corn flakes. They crumble and crumbs rain out on the floor. I hock up a big loogie, but decide instead to just set him back down. As I do, he jumps up about four feet in the air. I turn to leave and start out toward my car. Outside, I see the old restaurant inspector leaning against the wall around back, so I head toward him. Just then ex-girlfriend, R, and her family arrive. We all say hello to each other, coolly, and they head inside. The inspector is younger now. He wears a sharkskin, velvet-lapeled suit jacket and he's smoking. I start to tell him about the incident inside. He interrupts me and asks if it was the girl who did it. I tell him yes, having now forgotten the facts.
Canada's conservative government is going all Reagan on your ass with this crime bill.
This bicycle plays records.
You must watch this nifty/naughty stop-motion Spike Jonze short.
Was Gaddafi the richest man in the world?
Uber-expensive new metallurgy laboratory (read as "nuclear bomb factory") in Los Alamos continues to freak everyone out.
C&O Canal water-bridge (aqueduct) over water has been restored. Neat.
Take the psycho ex-girlfriend test.
Which RUSH song is stuck in your head right now?
Did you know RUSH had a drummer BEFORE Neil Peart?