Publish or perish

I am back. I am early and I am hypercaffeinated, so please excuse the rambling and randomness of it all. My mind is racing, along with my heart. I am like a hummingbird. My heart rate has to be at least 300 beats per minute. It may explode, so if this stops suddenly call 911 as my heart may have exploded. Either that or my brain exploded. In any case, I will have left a mess on my computer. Not, a gun shot to the head type of mess, but one of a different proportion.

I am thinking the world has gone crazy. Then again, I may just be more aware of it. You have people trying to tap into an oil pipeline in Nigeria, on a beach, that caused an explosion killing at least 200 and leaving charred remains on the beach. Then again, I have never really thought about the beach life in Nigeria. I hear "Nigeria" and I think, oil, instability, military rule, Muslim-Animist strife and, of course, internet cash scams. But tapping into a gas or oil pipeline to steal supplies for personal use just does not seem to be a good idea. That dealing with volitile and explosive materials in a careless manner, just not for me. Then again, I am not desperate and dirt poor, so it is easy for me to say.

That is my happy thought for the day. I will avoid Iran, Darfur and Sudan and bird flu in Djibouti. Chris voted off American Idol? WTF!!!! Has it occurred to anybody but me that Elliot Yamin looks like a werewolf? Take a good look on Tuesday and tell me I am wrong, I dare you.

I am looking forward to brunch here on Sunday. The outlaws are coming. It is called for noon, so you know they will be here around ten. My father in law will be itching to leave by eleven, wondering where my son and his son are. This will be a happy Mother's Day. He will be itching to leave as it will be dark, the sun will set, in seven hours. He has to be off the streets then, the vampires and zombies take over then. He just does not want to admit that is his fear. I should not make fun, but choice do I have, it hits me square in the face each time I witness it. Oh well, at least he is alive, which is more than I can say for my father, not that I blame him.

Oh yeah, Monday, this week started off with the ritual circumcision of my new nephew. What a way to begin the week. Holding my balls in fear and then eating. My people do have it down. There is never an occassion not to eat, except when fasting. Death, eat, wedding, eat, birth, eat.

That said, I am going to eat. Ciao and enjoy the weekend!