click and be well

An American in an Iranian court

So, I was pulled into a room with a chair. There were no windows and it smelled like death. Under the metal chair was a painting accident or the mess of fifty some people -- blood, feces, urine and who knows what else.

"I thought I was going to court to be tried."

"You are", said the voice behind me.

"The guilty will sit in the seat to begin the...", unnatural pause, "trial process." It wasn't that their English wasn't good, it was that "trial process" was not by barristers and magistrates, but rather by trial, like convicted witches. Innocent and guilty both die here. My heart pounded trying to find a way out.

I am sat in a chair, bound to it and a bright light is cast on me. Unlike police movies, it is not to make me sweat, but rather to allow the inquisitor to see like a dentist at a chair or a surgeon in ER, I am to be dissected and gutted.

Before I die I wonder what was my crime ... my sin ... my guilt ... as my screams begin and my agony starts, I remember.

I asked a question, "why".

Questions are more dangerous than guns here.

Ahmadinejad's next stop ... IHOP

Well, if I did fine at Columbia University, I think I'll stop in at IHOP, get some food and talk some more. Columbia Lunaversity has expressed interest in Somalia leaders and the architects of Apartheid.

Rights and punishments are dolled out in equal measure. Those opposed, die.

I agree with McCain on this one, you don't invite him to speak. Columbia University should relocate to liberal Iran. I hope, in 2008 they get no tax dollars if they want to host this type of person.

IHOP; international house of pancakes refuses to accept Ahmadinejad, so he'll have to find another more liberal and insane venue.

petitioning the court

These "gentlemen" have requested to not be tried as adults. Instead, the courts and America in general have accepted to not treat them as adults.

So you say your computer is "glitchy"

Call me, Wreck Support, and I will solve those pesky issues in a simple stroke. Be that stroke of genius or aggression, no matter -- it will be solved.

cars

At work, several other people have new new cars. One woman had her new car hit, by some fool in the parking lot. To worsen this ... they drove off and the cops didn't initially believe that the new car was unblemished before. I'm waiting to find more replacement cars soon -- I think.

art by Mark Tatulli, "Lio"

Deadbeat Dad Storage

early Halloween special

spider at night

She was busy thinking at the time

What would Snoopy do?

Simpson's follow up book

"I didn't do it, but if I was going to steal my memorabilia, I would do it like this..."

So far, no publishing companies are bidding to produce it.

Set up, sting, lies

You see, that wasn't me. That was some guy who looked like me there, taking my memorabilia. So, there you have it. I am being framed again, for I did not go in there and do those things. I was not even in the area. I was following up a lead on had on the real killer of Nicole and Ron. I mean, there I was, not resting ... still looking, before my tee time I had set, and that's that.

I mean, clearly from the audio, you can tell that ain't me. I don't know why my bodyguards were there with a lookalike. But you see, that's the police trying to get me. It's all a frame up, I am innocent of them charges. Mark Furman must be at the heart of this.

-- OJ Simpson's rough draft of criminal denial in his latest arrest

The more you know

Wackos!
L. Ron Hubbard, Sr. might have be a paranoid schizophrenic. I would have to write that the organization is completely wack, drawing wacks into the cult.

infatuated

Despite obstacles ... she resides in my mind...

I'll have to try some pick up lines, "sleep with me"? "You're so hot!", "Wanna try my new car?", "Wanna get closer"


I surrender to her slap!

once admired, then reviled ...

I'm afraid that I'm well received for only a short time. With the "younglings" I'm a father-figure, but to the others, I'm a whirlwind seemingly know-nothing.

Oh, and I'm in deep space hell, by the way.

Guess the movie

sch-ed-u-ale

starting Sept. 16
N: 2-10
M: 11-4
T: OFF
W: 2-9
R: 2-9
F: 1130-8
S: 11-8
N: 2-10
M: 11-4

Replacement car

It's a good deal larger than the "peanut" I had been driving.

play time

Geo go-go

Alas ...



the peanut has died.

It happened Sunday night ... or scratch that, 4pm Sunday near work. I stopped at an Autozone for oil, but it was too late. When I started my car, it blew out smoke -- burnt oil. I drove the several blocks to work. At the end of work, I drove about four blocks when the sad little thing died.


I called triple A and after 2.5 hours (1:00 am Monday morning), I got back to my town (2:30 am). The mechanic here looked at the car (4:14 pm) and called me that it was time for a good burial for the car.

The tow truck driver was a chatty man ... talking about just about anything. It was a long trip. I'll not have to do that twice, I hope.

driven

I managed to set off a car alarm by driving to close to a parked car and on the same trip saw a kid get hit in the face by a baseball, his bat still in hand, never swung.

click click boom

apparently this teacher-child molester is a common hit for searching, as many find my site for his name. At any time snipers should feel free to snipe him.

Mel Towbridge