Zule and I went to pick up dbot today, at the cracker barrel, which Baal probably selects for some odd, sarcastic reason known only to him
on the way down, I saw the following:
a) 10 wooden crosses denoting where people had died on the road. I'm puzzled: Do Jewish, Arabic or non-religious people ever die in road accidents?
I've never seen anything alongside the road but crosses. I rather suspect a good percentage of the dead were drinking and driving.
b) an out of order sign on a pepsi machine that was written in both english and arabic at the Tennesse border welcome station. I hope it said out of order in arabic, for all I know it said "this is a jihad, stand back from this pepsi machine for the love of allah."
At cracker barrell, I saw a baby with a mohawk, and lots of people talking on cell phones. And some kids sucking down coffee creamers from the little coffee creamer containers. I used to do that with my sister. The half and half was so sweet. It made me miss my childhood for one minute, to be there again, doing that, in that moment. I think I'm having angst because Monday is my 30th birthday.
Last night, zule, scott and I went to Bablyon and ate lamb and watched Aramie bellydance. Then Scott and I went to MSL and made fun of people. Well I did. I don't mean harm, I just find most people, myself included, to be good targets of derision.