Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

Well, there wasn’t supposed to be a prayer at that particular point in President Reagan’s funeral.

Sweet dreams, Clintons.

My animals are unnatural.

So was the sky tonight.

Hey all,

At Bill Dennis’s request, this entry is to let you know that the Peoria Pundit weblog is alive and well, but has changed addresses. He was having some hosting problems, with which I can certainly sympathize, being a refugee from the debacle that was Featureprice.

A solitary worm? A lonely worm. A worm that kept to itself; a moody worm. My kind of worm. An individualistic worm that had taken up residence in my intestines.

I ignored Friendster. I tried to ignore Orkut but people kept sending me invitations and curiosity killed the cat. So I’m there now. Add me or something.

I blame society.

Quite possibly some of the most disturbing artwork I’ve ever seen. Can’t sleep, bloody little girl will eat me.

This blog is supposedly written by a well-known Hollywood actor. Named bandied about have been John Cusak, Owen Wilson, and Matt Damon. Who do you think it is?

Did anyone ever figure anything out about Isabella V.?

Do not click this link if you are at work or have children around.

This has got to be the coolest cake I have ever seen. It totally blows away the kitty litter cake (which yes, is actually a cake and is perfectly edible, see recipe here.

Damn, some people are just too creative. And have too much time.