Last night I had a dream that I was married to Jennifer Lopez and we had two kids.

Within one minute I had her topless and the kids never existed.

Thank you, lucid dreaming.

Who else has flickr or del.icio.us accounts?

“I never saw myself as a family man. But then there you were, so I thought I should give it a try… But I can’t do this any more.”

Silence filled the booth. He fidgeted with his empty Double Double wrapper. Across the table, Allison’s eyes were locked on the burnt, shriveled fries no one wanted.

“I’m gonna take you to a place where they’ll find you someone, they’ll take care of you.”

Allison gave a slow steady nod and she felt the world fall out from beneath her.

She’d have the same feeling every time she remembered her father.

“Hail the Goat! The Source of All Power!”

Edit: Mr President expresses his love of Satan.

Rather then watch the presidents inauguration I elected to fire up my new Challenge of the Superfriends dvd, and slipped into an escapist world where evil loses. At least when the Legion of Doom plundered the nation they weren’t afraid to do it overtly.

[If I could draw this would be a picture of Bush, Cheney, Rice and Ashcroft as Bizarro, Luthor, Cheetah and Solomon Grundy running out of the National Mint with a bag of money in each hand. You know the bag is full of money because of the big "$".]

Milo climbed up from the basement lab with a backpack full of manuals and a head full of algorithms. Shuffling off under the heavy clouds, as his eyes adjusted to the light they fell, contemptuously, on a poem someone (some communications major) had scribbled across the path to the bus stop:

This poem doesn’t rhyme,
possess simile,
alliterate, or have
a trace of metaphor.

(don’t claim dissonance
this was by accident)

This piece was written with
the intention that
tomorrow’s rain will wipe
it away forever.

Milo held his cam-phone between himself and the poem, and took its picture.

The Ghostbusters took out his toothbrush in ’87.

Last week I sorted though all the literature I picked up at Internext. Ruling out the porn that bored me and the porn that disturbed me left me with a short list of adult entertainment that I was willing to advertise on clusterstruck.

These are the affiliate programs I went with and why;

  An interesting service that offers subscribers online chat sessions with “experts” in various fields. Links to the sex experts are located, discreetly, in the lower right section of the page.

 This is a really good idea. Netflix for porn. Sure the first time you watch that adult DVD it’s interesting… interesting… very interesting. Then, all of a sudden, not so interesting. Keep your porn collection fresh with movixo!

  High name recognition and the best payout of all the affiliate programs.

  Because she’s Masuimi Max, (duh) and she’s got a great website.

This’ll do for now, but I’m still looking at a couple of sex-toy companies to become an affiliate of. (5% commission on $120 glass dildos? Sure, I’ll take a piece of that.)

The accused ringleader of the Abu Ghraib prisoner abuse was a specialist?

I doubt it. Specialists don’t out-rank anybody. It’s an E-4 position, lateral with Corporeal but they’re not non-commissioned officers. Specialists are Privates with slightly better paychecks.

Where are the officers and staff non-commissioned officers who were in charge of Abu Ghraib? Safely obscure.

Throw another enlisted man on the fire, the system protects it’s own.