April 12th, 2005



Mommy, why does Talking Jesus Doll want me to kill daddy? These things are just begging for someone to pop them open and do a little creative retooling of their voice boxes. I want my Moses to preach to me about the glory of firearms.

Give me an hour alone with it. I'll slip some catchy subversive tracks on there that he'll never notice until he's already hooked.

Were you reading Electronics magazine back in 1965? Still have all of your magazines in mint condition in some creepy storage space where someone would expect you to hide bodies? Intel wants to buy an issue from you for $10,000.

Best picture of Rummy ever. He's staring at Iraqi Prime Minister-designate Ibrahim al-Jaafari with that "I don't trust you dirty sand rats" look on his face. Or maybe he's just about to hurl the meal he had on the flight over.
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I think all of this time that I've spent doing the same thing over and over for days now is starting to mess with my sense of time, hunger, and sanity.

I need to be a passenger for awhile, not pilot and copilot.