Today is a holiday called Remembrance Day. I think that is utterly breathtaking, that there is a day, marked in red numbers on the calendar, for remembrance. Maybe the world ain’t such a shithole after all.
I am in the mood for cheer. I am a traveler of both time and space. My ice cream maker comes in four colors. My label printer only knows french, but I do all of my work in Hungarian. Why why why? Let me tell you a little something about the self. “Tell ’em, self.” I’m a piece of the peace. I’m a shock wave in a bowl of pudding. I deal in second hand hyperbole — that’s the funniest thing in the world. Wanna buy a Scot? A kilt? How ’bout just the bagpipes?