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I will be traversing a small lump of this wide brown land tomorrow, in a bid to find the Twin Grails - a 500gm tin of anchovies, and an Ethernet crossover cable.
The two are unrelated, except to the extent that both would make my life easier.
Anyway - just by way of warning, the USRant will probably be late tomorrow: it will still be up before the OzRant, and the weekly sentiment e-list mail will go out after that (here's a hint: bugger-all has changed).
Now to go and meditate, hoping that the Universe find a way to rip apart those vile teenagers who hurt that little kitten. Homo Sapiens my ass - they are not even in the same phylum as me.
Kill things, sure - but not just for the hell of it... and if you're doing it for sport, take on something that's got a fighting chance. Those kids were as gutless as matadors - who fight bulls smaller than a decent-sized Newfoundland, when the bull's had its horns clipped and been tortured half to death. Still, short-assed males never tire of trying to impress each other.
..."Why did I buy a Land Rover? Because I'm an insecure, knob-fixated short-ass..."
