When I get to the promised land I'm gonna shake the eye's hand

A few observations drawn from the past few days and months:

1) Dead bodies are very cold.

2) This economy sucks.

3) I hate myself most of all.

Try so hard to make it through the summer without breaking a sweat

I suddenly feel so much like Montreal, 2002. Not at all like September, 2005. Well maybe a little.

Revisions and gaps in history, etc.

If anyone needs me, I'll be up North burying the elder stateswoman of the Chapman clan.

Here, for no particular reason, is a fish I caught. Poor bastard. I threw him back:



And, just because: