A fortune cookie narrative:

"This is a prosperous time of life for you. Don't let friends impose on you."

My brilliant career.

I've never seen either of those films.

Yahoo search result: "Horoscope for William Henry Harrison"

Or maybe I'll wait until the end of the Wickes "ultimate sofa sale" and then try to buy a reduced-price settee at Bel Air Cameras, where nothing is impossible.

Meanwhile, another commercial declares that "Nothing is impossible" at Bel Air Cameras. I'd like to go over there and tell them that I want to fly. That should give them some idea about the limits of possibility.

According to the TV commercials, Wickes Furniture stores are currently having the "ultimate sofa sale". I don't know much about the world of furniture retail, but I'd be surprised if this really is the last ever opportunity to purchase sofas at discounted prices.

Took some straws out of the box in the bedroom closet and put them in the bag in the kitchen cupboard. It needed doing.

That whole wooden horse thing really ticks me off. But at least the towels are clean. And the bedclothes.

At the laundromat: finished reading The Iliad (the noise of the washers and driers kept me from falling asleep). There's no wooden horse. I thought there was a wooden horse. Isn't there a wooden horse? Greeks....Trojans....wooden horse, right? Or what was I thinking of?

I call shenanigans on Homer.

That guy with the banjo just walked past the building. Maybe his unicycle is being repaired.

Yahoo search result: "capers expiration dates"

As you can plainly see, I look nothing like George Harrison.

Some people, however, seem to think that I do.

A poem I wrote:

My wife thinks I look like George Harrison,
But I can't see the comparison.

6:17-7:07pm: had a nap.

Presumably not too many people celebrated Thanksgiving with a dinner of frozen pizza and oven chips. I got to carve the pizza.

You know that thing when you lift your glass to take a drink but you don't look at it and the straw slips away to the other side of the glass and you're standing there making that one-sided kiss shape with your mouth in thin air? I just did that.

"Scarily brilliant", eh? There's no need to be scared. It's only a movie.

Two Saint Bernards in the alley behind the building. They don't have the little barrels of brandy. I guess they probably aren't born with those.

What I found on the ground when I was taking out the trash: a page from the phone book - Lopez through Lovett.

Jerry's Famous Deli: glass of Coke, some of Mrs. McCloskey's chocolate fudge cake.

4:15-4:55pm: had a nap.

Last night Mrs. McCloskey had a dream in which we bought a horse ranch in Ireland. It was called the Twilight Ranch.

Whenever I get tired of dealing with friendly and efficient public servants, it's comforting to know that I can take a walk over to Venice Library, where the unpleasant staff are always rude and unhelpful.

It's the twenty-seventh of November
Don't ask me because I really don't care!
My umbrella has surely lost me.
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.

I'm right-handed, but I eat left-handed.

Remembered the peas, cooked the peas, ate the peas. I rock!

Remembered the peas this time. Didn't even need to make a list.

Idea for a film: hip-hop remake of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, starring Sean Combs --- P. Diddy Diddy Bang Bang.

More communication has been received:

>You appear to spend an apparently large slice of your time pie
>either at the post office or napping.
NAPS ARE IMPORTANT. AS IS THE POST OFFICE.

>If someone mixed this person
>and a
>minimalist, preferably in a large blender, and then made a pie, I
>think the result would be something like your blog.
I DO NOT LIKE PIE. NOR DO I HAVE A BLENDER.

>Not that I think your blog is a mess. Or do I? I don't think the
>answer is 42.
THE ANSWER IS DEFINITELY 42.

A fortune cookie narrative:

"Your path may be difficult but will be rewarding. You may attend a party where strange customs prevail."

There's a dead bee in the Civic. On the dash. Apparently it's been there for a while, but I just saw it today.

I have to go now. Busy day ahead.

A communication has been received (official responses in CAPS):

>You said 'write to me damnit!'

>I'm writing to you, OK?
YES, THAT IS OKAY.

>Is your blog a parody of blogging? If so, it is brilliant.

>Is it just a constant report on your personal status?
THE NAP STATISTICS ARE ACCURATE.

>Is it inspired by Taoism?
INSOFAR AS I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT TAOISM, YES, IT IS.

>If so, it is brilliantly Taoist.
THAT'S THE EFFECT I WAS LOOKING FOR.

Then again, maybe it isn't a compliment. These days it's hard to tell.

I suppose I should return the compliment.

And capers. I don't even know what capers are. But there's a jar full of them in our fridge. Imported nonpareil my ass.

Yahoo search result: "brian moth".

I have no idea why there would be a jar of expired pickles in our fridge, Kosher or otherwise.

This is what I'm doing for this:

1. Intro Part IV - Tek 9
2. The Friday Takeaway Order - Tek 9
3. Tropical Hot Dog Night - Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band
4. Miss Trudy - Gorky's Zygotic Mynci
5. Punk Boy 1 - Helen Love
6. Teenage Kicks - The Undertones
7. Cut Your Hair - Pavement
8. Brimful Of Asha - Cornershop
9. Horny Mutant Jazz - T.Power vs M.K. Ultra
10. Drowned Lovers - Kate Rusby
11. Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space - Spiritualized
12. Duggie Dhol - Black Star Liner
13. Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt - DJ Shadow
14. Jive Samba - Jack Costanzo & Jerry Woo
15. Some Velvet Morning - Lee Hazlewood & Nancy Sinatra
16. A Minha Menina - Os Mutantes
17. Kelly Watch The Stars (Moog Cookbook remix) - Air
18. Little Star - Stina Nordenstam

In other words, the same CD as this.

What about you: what are you going to do?