A trip into the family room confirmed — Millie had stumbled on to the South Park Christmas special featuring Mr. Hankey.  Yeah, I put a stop to that pretty quickly, and am keeping a sharper ear open.

Lex Luthor had cameras everywhere. It didn’t matter if Jayna was on the toilet or if Superman was 3 galaxies away enjoying a bowl of cereal, Lex Luthor could put it up on the big screen if he wanted. Sometimes, if you were too lucid while you were watching the show, you’d notice, but most times you didn’t care that Luthor was watching a tight closeup of a couple Super Friends fixing a satellite. Luthor had to have had the hugest collection of blackmail tapes. His tapes at home are probably labelled “French Ambassador with Transvestite Hooker,” “Prime Minister Eating what he Found in his Nose,” and “Monkey Fucking Dog.” Why did he go through with all the complicated mind control bullshit when he could have quietly extorted money from every country’s government without the Super Friends even knowing? And if they did find out, just threaten to release the tapes of Wendy and Cyborg’s Titanium Pleasure Arm.

Chuck D

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Thanks to Thoreau at Unqualified Offerings.

Today I dragged the carcasses to the burn pile. My 4-year-old son is going through a particularly helpful phase, and dragged a lot of this wood to the pile with me.

Later, as naptime approached, I flashed the fingers of both hands at him, telling him that he had “this many minutes” left to play before his nap.

“And then this many?” he said, showing me the fingers of his left hand.

“No, this many,” I said, repeating the original offer.

“I helped you lots today,” he said.

“You stinker,” I laughed, “you’re calling in a favor on me!”

I gave him fifteen, and then some.

This is just to say

I’m sorry that I
unloaded a whole clip
of 10mm JHP

Into you
Ian
Dogmeat
and Tycho

Forgive me.
I am not yet used to
How this SMG vibrates
And you guys were in the way

Photographed last spring in Union Station.

It took manful effort not to say “you heard me just fine, Fatso” at the screen. (Note: I failed to resist on a later viewing, drawing a sharp glance from Lori.)

I’ve seen too many Tarantino flicks.