Sure it ruins your health and if you’re bad about it it’ll even kill you, but when everything that can go wrong can in a day, including:

CDR Salamander - Morris’s horrendus posterus

This will make you want to take your medication.

He laid out the political future: “Hillary will be the next president, and she’ll be the worst president we’ve ever seen.” No matter what happens, the situation in Iraq will “assure that the GOP gets massacred in 2008 congressional elections.” In 2010, the Republicans will take back the Congress — “Hillary will give Republicans the same gift she gave them in 1994” — and they’ll win the presidency in 2012, but thanks to demographic shifts favoring Republicans (namely the rising Hispanic and African-American populations), “that will be the last Republican president we’ll ever see.”

Why the hell not? But now I can’t even move to France to be chic about it. Augh!

I don’t think his version of the future will turn out like he thinks. I can see how he got there. Politics has a way of shifting in ways you wouldn’t think. Could Morris’s future happen? Sure. Will it? I doubt it. It still can make you want to stay involved though…..

Augh!

As for the other things going wrong: If you spend half your teen years and the entirety of your adult life so far looking forward to fulfilling a dream that could only be achieved properly in your latter, more financially solvent years, and finally that day has arrived thanks to just skating in between the limits of time (discontinued products after all that time) and money (Amazon marketplace sellers laying their hands on alternate printings), just know that “complete” and “uncut” doesn’t necessarily mean “complete” or “uncut” and that your dreams shall be dashed and you’ll find yourself caught in the twin grips of the same time (needing that discontinued item) and insufficient solvency (used copies of which going for at least $150) you moments earlier had thought to have escaped.

Update:

On the bright side, my box hedge is sprouting, and the way I wanted it to after pruning it last fall.

Update II!

And then I went down to the International District and was standing there with a backpack full and two shopping bags full of assorted Japanese foodstuffs, including the four burdock roots sticking a foot out of one of them, and a bus that goes straight up to my bus stop which shouldn’t have been in that part of town at all pulls up and it’s an express so it never fills up and there’s just nice people and no crazies like on the way down like the guy who ripped off four or five bags of chicken, pork and beef from a grocery store and was trying to sell it, and the bus driver was great and dodging cars and getting all the lights (I love Russians (or Poles, or …Latvians for all I know)) and one of the old guys that got on at the bottom of the hill (who were speaking Russian or something to each other (they were soft and the bus was loud) helped me into my backpack when my back was turned to him as I tried to wriggle back into it as we approached my stop and suddenly it started levitating onto my back and I turned around and he was lifting it with a big grin and he had a hat on and I love when old guys wear hats and even though my head’s killing me from the vicodin withdrawal and my finger still twinges I think God took pity on me.

I’m adding a link to a picture of burdock roots (aka gobo) so you appreciate it fully. Those, but remember they’re 3-4 feet long.