My new obsession

And so, my mermaid replaces my monetary greed. Isn't she cute?

Outcast exporing new homes, lands!

Desperate for a new home as a consequence of Big Brother's from-behind intrusion, I find myself in the Caribbean. My only hope, one might think, is to embrace a new ideology--perhaps an outlook that seeks island beauties instead of monetary stimuli. Actually, I've frolicked upon a mermaid resembling Selena! So ironic to think while I'm drowning in a sea of debt, I'm simultaneously drowing in sea of seductive island pleasure! Muchas gracias, el padre de la revolucion!

Wanted man!

Sorry about the "no-post" yesterday, but, hey, I got home, only to find a phone message from the Great Intimidator: the IRS! Now I'm a man on the run, with no place to go-- in hiding. The clampdown has hit, and I have no clue, nada, about what to do. Hell, I'd rather be blasted by a 45 than by a 1040! Take it EZ.

Tennis, anyone?

Coming up on the usta.com Web site on 06 April 2006 @ 5:15 PT, Pistol Pete Sampras comes back to the world of tennis, challenging Robby Ginepri. What a wild Web cast this is going to be!

Frogs live; we die!

Rain, rain, rain--how cool! With all this rain, I wish I were a frog. And I wish I had 1 of these frogs, for they ooze a euphoric substance that packs a buzz 250 times more potent than Morphine. What a party pal!

Green Day rocks!

Just listening to "American Idiot" by Green Day, followed by a little "Anarchy in the U.K. (by Mr. Lydon), gets me cranked into the spirit that asks: "Why not anarchy everywhere?"