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Hannibal

The  other  blue corn I don't know why this food stuff called  huitlcoche  is being relegated to the general category of 'the  weird  crap that  foreign  people eat' in a few of the blogs that I have glanced through just now... As if frozen chicken nuggets you deep fry aren't weird crap that foreign people eat...  (You all go ahead and consider that deeply for a moment...)  I just went to the local  Wal{oligopoly}mart  and found huitlcoche there with the rest of the weird fungi crap that everyone eats- or avoids- without question. I was attracted by the paleness, blue/ black color and made an impulse buy. (So, what do your impulses lead you toward? Mere self-indulgences? Further understanding of the 'other?' Self destruction?)  I ate some for lunch today and yeah my body is wondering what to do with it. I have never eaten such a thing before. I'm not sick to my stomach, but ki...

La Kookie - House Admiral We held a burial for La Kookita today.  She was an old dog. I never knew her in her prime. What I know of her is not flattering enough to relate. Old age didn't come to her kindly. She had lost most of her senses and suffered arthritis.  So give her some dignity befitting her age and the swaggering walk she developed, I gave her the title of Admiral. Like some salty bugger who's captained ships all her life.   As she was taken off to the vet to be put to sleep, Hugo played the role of sexton and dug her little grave near to a newly planted bugambilia bush. El Rocco- the other loud mouthed dog of the house- seemed confused.   It is hard to tell if he understands the situation. But it is definitely a sad day in the house for the humans.

Everything that matters most is everything you cannot see. The Witch King of Angmar- and you know it. I coughed up that pithiness just now while trying to think of more than a mere little facebook status update thanking everyone for their birthday wishes. It kinda sums up my whole existence... And by the way, thank you all very, very much for taking a few seconds to send me a note!  Those few clicks of the keys brought a smile to my face. Your kind remembrances where only other gift I was given this year apart from simple experiences: dining out, movie, circus and museum going... I did not receive any material gifts- excluding food and drink, of course. I think this is the first time I have not been cluttered with objects useful or otherwise... No cards, no left over cake, no  thing to mark the day as special to me . Unless you count several transaction receipts and the doodle I made on my wall calendar. It feels odd to buck long stand...

After an amazing meal at a local steak house (I did manage to find something on the menu to suit me)  with my extended Mexican family, I spent the evening with my other big brothers Kirk and Spock and Bones and Khan... and wondered when Anakin was going to show up.... Also - The circus came into town Friday night. They set up a bigtop tent a few lots over. I can see the flags waving from the kitchen door. Maybe that is where you will find metomorrow! -Sitting in the sawdust, contemplating running away with a travelling circus! I would become a tatttooed Bull Dancer then... and every month would be May. 

So I walk away. When the birds chirping outside of the window put me on edge- I know I have to do something... else. I put all of my work aside (that was making me cry too). I go for a long, long walk from one end of Rosarito Beach to the other and all the way back to my hovel by way of the main road. Maybe 6 miles all together.  Did it clear my head? Yeah, I think I put my dopamine level up to a point where I can enjoy watching Seven and wonder about making a performance art piece with these bags of Cheetos that I spotted in the  Smart & Final  that were so big, I could have gotten in one of them! Can you imagine?! 3 kg of Cheetos.. All that orange pseudo cheese.. It would be amazing! BTW - This is my idea! If you steal this idea, you had better do a really fab performance with it! muted palate it's nothing like Ireland This sunshine Does the light of day  really make you bett...

I perceive that no one in the webz who gives a rat-whip-tail enough find a way to make this happen for me, but let me try puttinng it out there- My birthday is coming up on May 11th so I am making with the a cute little girl voice (because people can't resist this?) and ask to have a Star Wars themed party with horsey rides in the backyard . Ahem. Amen. Whatever. This Universe sucks. I probably don't even get points for trying. Whatever. Grumble.