I am waiting for my steak and eggs at a new-ish place on Clark. They have wifi, obviously.

In recent years I've been having this weird thing where my eyes tear up upon walking out into cold air. (Not because cold air makes me sad). So I was sitting down in this cafe and wiping tears from my eyes. Weird.

Why DO (eta: see?!!) colds make you so unbelievably stupid? I have spent half the morning getting up to do something and forgetting what that is halfway across the room.

I usually blame the meds

I'm not on anything! The only bottle of robitussin is in the office, I've discovered. I need to go out and get some, but I've got laundry going.

hmmm.

Snot is blocking your synapses?

For Hec: Monster band tiki-mugs

Vern sez, "I've been a fan of both the Polynesian tiki scene, and the bubblegum music scene, which often featured studio musicians providing the music for a cartoon band. Those two worlds intersect with a new set of mugs from Tiki Farm - Rigor Morty and the Dirt Nappers. I just received my set, in time for Halloween, and they are sweet. The tallest mug is 9 inches tall. As the Tiki Farm website says - pour yourself a zombie .... in a zombie!"

Hec, do you know Vern? From The Tiki Farm: [link]

Now I want a tiki farm with little ones in the front and some big ol' ones in the back rows. With maybe a totem pole or two.

Hec, do you know Vern? From The Tiki Farm: [link]

Not personally, though I know his work from Tiki News where we both published.

Brenda, I think that, in order to vote in person, your brother needs (1) photo ID to prove he is who he says he is (name-wise), and (2) an "official" document to prove that he lives where he says he lives. The IRS thing, or a bank statement (which he could probably print from the bank's Web site) would work.

In case anyone thinks most of the post911 airport security stuff is anything but Kabuki theater:

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