I Have No Plan Except To Take

Nothing Worse Than A Piece Of Dried Out Fish.

If You Go With Marshall Mcluhan's Theory That The Medium Is The Message, As Soon As You're Hosting A Blooper Show, You're Done.

What I Have Now Are Good Problems Of Trying To Decide And What I Really Want To Do Is Good Work Next. My Phone's Ringing A Lot More And I've Got Nine Lines So When It Doesn't Ring, It's Very Frustrating.

The Other Day My Twelve-year-old Says To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You Right Now. You're In The Car With Me, You're Checking Your E-mail, You're Not Listening To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You. And I Say, You Know What? That Was Your Mother's Gripe, Too. And She Was Right. And You're Also Correct. When You Cop To Something, You Get To The Next Level. In This Case, The Next Level Is: I Just Learned Something From My Twelve-year-old.

I Am Stressed Because Once I Am Flattened Out So Thin To Be Able To Slide Under A Doorway, I May Never Be Able To Ever Be Unflattened So I Could Be Regular Sized Again.