My Crazy Neighbors

OK, well they;re not direct neighbors. I'm a mile south of them. Every year this couple goes a little overboard with the decorating and packs on the weird—even for Royal Oak. Rather than describe it, I've recorded it on my cell phone so you too can share in our private hell. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P68eP6PkEWQ This display will be up until around May or so, when they get ready for Halloween.

Mr Sensitive? You BET!

The other day I made a comment to someone that got an unanticipated response (I know, right, me saying something that bothers someone? how … odd).

I suggested that if superpowers were on the bartering table, I would see my way through to selling my soul. I mean, superpowers. Come on. Who wouldn’t want that. Even assuming that I’m not completely serious about bartering an unsubstantial, non-recordable and altogether magical essence for the concrete power to teleport, or shoot laser beams from my eyes, or whatever power I chose, it’s a good topic of conversation. It gets the ball rolling. From there we could have gone with ‘WHat would you sell your soul for’ or ‘What’s the nastiest place you had the sex in?’

I missed that part

Had a meeting that ran so late, I missed the debate. Really wanted to see live, when the lasers spewed forth from McCain's eyes as he showed America who's boss around here.