I'm tired of these damn clouds! I want clear skies! I demand clear skies! I need to see blue sky!

Happy birthday to Leonard Nimoy! All hail, Mr. Spock!


Wow, an unfunny fart joke. Add that to my list of things I've experienced before the age of 40.


I would have stayed in the ratty apartment. At least the doors remained the same size and an old lady wearing a purple pants suit did not attempt to cut off the blood circulation to my hand with her vise-like death grip. Vera needs that hand for her clerk typist job.