AQUA TEEN EXCESSIVE FORCE
I've not blogged in the last few weeks because of "3 Stooges in the Door Syndrome." I'm referring, of course, to the situation where too many thoughts are trying to expunge themselves at once, and they all get stuck, like when Moe, Larry and Curly all try to go through the same doorway. Every time I think of something to blog about, I decide by nighttime that it's too insignificant to warrent a post. Then I regret it and things begin to pile up. So I've mentally sifted and come up with these fascinating nuggets of joy:

So let me start by admitting I fell off the coffee wagon, but got back on quickly. It would appear that the coffee wagon goes very slowly and has big, soft-grip handles on it, making it very easy to get back on once you've fallen. My wagon, did, anyway. Sunday night, I barely slept and was getting a mild cold. Monday morning, I said to myself, "Screw it!" and bought a puny 16oz coffee. I could barely smell it, but it was nice to have. I didn't get any more that day, nor have I gotten any more since. But it's nice to know that if I fall again, I can not sweat it so much.

I also finished a book, HOW I CONQUERED YOUR PLANET by John Swartzwelder. It was incredibly silly and fun. I am still reading a book called THE DEAD HOUR, by Denise Mina. It's a mystery novel in the vein of James Patterson's Alex Cross books. But it's written by a Scot and takes place in Scotland. As an Anglophile, I found all the little differences in language and culture at first distracting and then charming. Everyone in the book says "Aye" and "wee" a lot and it's clearly not thrown in for color, but simply the way these people speak. I'm almost done and I'm enjoying it.

Every day I see news stories that make me want to comment, but everybody else is commenting, so who cares? But this Boston "hoax" has gotten me so enraged and entertained. If you don't know, the basic story is that 2 guys, in an effort to promote a cartoon called "Aqua Teen Hunger Force", posted dozens of little Lite-Brite diplays all over the country. People in Chicago ignored them. People in New York stole them. People in Boston called the bomb squad and evacuated areas and spend a half a million dollars in determining that the silly cartoon pictures were in fact...silly cartoon pictures. Now these 2 guerilla advertisers have been arrested and people are furious and are calling it a hoax. It was not a hoax. A hoax implies an intentional attempt to decieve. This was Mayor Chicken Little being irresponsible. Everyone who is angry at the pair cites "the post 9-11 world in which we live." I don't understand this. The terrorists wanted us scared. They wanted to *ahem* TERROR-IZE us...make us so scared that we collapse under our own fear. Politicians talk about not letting the terrorists win...and then we ban water on airplanes and blow up Lite-Brites in Boston. The best part of this ridiculousness was the press conference that followed the arrest of the two men. They refused to discuss anything except hairstyles of the Seventies, much to the chagrin of the press and incredible amusement of sane, rational people.