Feeling Sluggish. . .

I am feeling quite sluggish these days. I guess I can chalk it up to a combination of oppressive heat, recurrent insomnia, an effervescent malaise and good old-fashioned generalized ennui.

I am sitting on the front porch in my office, watching the birds There is a nasty haze in the air. I have a cup of ice coffee, homemade from Folgers (tm) brand instant coffee, and it seems that I have finally reached the level of caffeine tolerance where there is no effect whatsoever. I am contemplating taking a hiatus from the coffee (and perhaps alcohol as well), just to see what happens. I am almost certain it will not be good.

Peace out.

A Walk in the Woods

I went for a walk in the woods the other day with my dad and my sister. It was some place in Winchester, and it was kind of cool. There is a nice pond and it was cool in the shade. Unfortunately, there were lots of mosquitos out and I got hammered. I got one particularly nasty bite on the middle finger of my right hand on the knuckle and it is kind of swollen now. Good times! But anyway, my sister pointed out some ancient runes carved into a rock on the side of the trail, surely left by druids (or dwarves?) thousands of years ago in days of yore.

I saw Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and was pleasantly surprised by the lack of sucking.

Something is Wrong with the World

So I am still readjusting to city-life, and for the most part things haven't changed to much. However, the other day I was wandering through Harvard Square and I thought I would stop by Pandemonium Books & Games and check out the new stuff, maybe pick up a used paperback or something. But what do I find when I reach the top of the ramp in the Garage mall? The mother fucking HEMPEST!



Now, to all you boys and girls out there who partake of your wacky herb, don't get me wrong, I fully support your right to do so. Not for me, but rock on with your bad selves. However, I believe it would be better for the greater Boston area to have at least one dedicated sci-fi bookstore than another god damn mother fucking HEMPEST! There is already one on Newbury Street! Fucking god damn junkie bastards! Let's see - hemp clothes(that kids only buy because they think it's cool cuz they smoke pot) or fucking books? What do you think is a stronger sign of a functioning civilization?

Thanks to the magic of the Inter-web, I have learned that Pandemonium has relocated to Central Square, so I guess there may be hope for the city yet.

Happy Fourth of July!

Nothing says happy birthday USA better than high explosives!