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Any crime where I am the victim.

No point Siren...the regs contain a carveout for this sort of thing.

Not a pretty picture!

What's the basic story on using commas in Japanese writing? I was looking at a Japanese 1st grade writing book, and was shocked to see one of the exercises asked the students where to put the comma and the period in the sentence. It brought back bad memories of Mrs. Psaila's 1st grade English class so long ago... Obviously, the period goes at the end. That knowledge transfers from English to Japanese very well. Nothing new to learn there. But the thing that threw me was the placement of commas in Japanese. They seemed to appear where I would not have bothered to put one. For exa

I'm an athlete in the Caffeine Olympics! And also the Beer Biathlon, where you start on beer then move to chips and snacks. In my dotage, I have dropped the Performance and now just go for the Enhancement. MESSAGE TO YOUNG UNS: 8 a.m. to 3 p.m.: Bring Daddy a coffee would you thanks. 3:01 p.m. to midnight: Bring Daddy another beer would you thanks. And to think I still hold the jr. high 1-mile-run record in Michigan!

That may not be necessary. They might be taking themselves out of the reproductive game as it is.

Thanksgiving--the day Miles Standish shot the first turkey. As we lay in cases of beer, giant birds and hams in anticipation of this hallowed national holiday, here's William S. Burroughs' take on it: Thanksgiving Prayer, November 28, 1986

A pill or additive that prevents excess food intake from being converted into fat...food just gets turned into excrement straight away... Then we could all wear feed bags and eat constantly! I like it. Everyone, from agribusiness to factory farms and especially toilet paper companies--becomes a winner. The great destiny of this planet is to be pooped out through American guts. Ironically, Americans themselves seem to be among the few people still generally unaware of this fact.

I really don't have a clue what is going on in their minds. I read books like "Fast Food Nation" and "Fat Planet", which give interesting information and views on fast food ingredients, culture and marketing...and weird but pervasive additives like high fructose corn syrup. That gave me a sort of psuedo-intellectual grasp of certain phenomena, and made me feel somewhat superior and well-informed. I saw some TV shows where they still try to pin it on "gland problems", but then other shows pull out charts to show the alarmingly steep changes in body weight and fat etc. over the last 20

I didn't know that's what Japanese TV was up to these days, but over here in Walled Lake we look at grossly obese folks the same way. Around here, one out of five people must weigh about 350 lbs. It's astonishing.

Is there a short version?

Good riddance to the French Devil Bird! I remember being a little kid and seeing the protests on TV. This horrible polluting booming ozone-destroying monstrosity was doomed from the start. Surprised it made it this far! Heh.

Here's another sound clip link. This one has a longer bionic sound, and also has the "rebound" sound! Six Million Dollar Woman site...

It would have to be Black Sabbath and Blue Oyster Cult doubleheading on their "Black and Blue" tour. The first concert I ever saw! And probably the only one I've ever seen without drugs. It was 1980 at Cobo Hall in Detroit. A very good year.

The fine in Michigan for running a stop sign: $121, or 13,171.56 JPY 7,000 ain't that bad, actually.

Sorry, Ocean, I didn't make it clear. The section in CAPITAL LETTERS was found on the Drudge Report news site... I simply pasted it in and gave my reaction to it! I'll go back and edit so it's clearer!

Used to be, the fiction was that you were supposed to believe what you saw... Then, after some movies like "Network" came out exposing the idiot scripts behind everything and a new, media-savvy generation grew up, you were supposed to take everything with a grain of salt, but I think you were still supposed to watch it. Now it's much later, and look what we get...the following text appearing on the Drudge Report site: "EMOTIONAL GEN. WES CLARK '60 MINS II' DAN RATHER INTERVIEW TONIGHT: MISTS UP, TEAR FORMS, DOES NOT FALL DOWN CHEEK; A SIDE OF HIM WE HAVE NEVER SEEN, SOURCES TELL

What? You want a ski resort job? It's all here, baby, and don't forget to write once you have our free lift passes ready!

.db., yes Yes YES on that Bavarian brekkie! I particularly like the 500ml of beer in a proper glass. Beer. What a great way to start the day! I should think the best breakfast I ever had--after any breakfast made by my dear mother of course--would be the incredibly fresh maguro and ice-cold lager breakfast I had at Tsukiji one time when my high school buddy came to see me in Tokyo. A truly moving meal...I still salivate when I think of it. On that day, I was as close to the Platonic ideal of breakfast as ever a living man was. And now back to the shadows in

Careful, Siren! Given the topic, that's a poor choice of words... Or are you referring to his song of the same title?

The Gloved One is back in the news.

They laughed when I showed up at the party in my jellyfish hat and stinkbug brooch.

Activism or alcoholism--what's your bag? November 28. If you had to give up one or the other for the day, which would it be? A lot depends on YOU.

I have this coin-sized solar cell I've developed that collects and stores enough juice in one cloudy day to run half my house. I'm just waiting till the oil starts to run out before I announce it. Until then, when you see that guy boarding uphill with a silent motor, you'll know it's me. I'm also working on a new beer that cures cancer as long as you drink around 2-3 per day, and a life-like, anatomically correct Race Queen doll that spits up a damp bolus of 10,000 notes every 6th time you ah...you...ah... Well, I don't want to give too much away. Back to playing with my pr

Erm...Siren, we have got to show you Roppongi...or at least one of Mogski's nights out with his peripatetic NZ crew. Things haven't changed as much as you'd think since 10,000 B.C. Especially breath odor [insert pic of my old buchou here].