Tonight there is some Ramshackle. Ramshackle ’04. Ramshackle in the park. Bowen Park. 6pm. Near the river.
Indiana sees the woshippers below start to leave the temple. He
looks at Willie and Short Round.
Okay — now listen — you wait here
and keep quiet. Shorty, keep an
eye on her.
Short Round nods and hands Indy his bullwhip and shoulder bag.
Willie sees Indiana peering down at the sheer drop below the
mouth of the wind tunnel.
Wait — what’re you doing?
I’m going down.
Down? Down there?! Are you
I’m not leaving without those
You’re gonna get killed chasing
after your damn fortune and
(looking at her)
“A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.”
~Robert Heinlein (1907 – 1988)
Today I was established as the Creative Director at Keller Internet Marketing. We are going to burn this town up–with our new colour scheme.
Breakfast at the Husky House. Overheard a certain hairdresser from a local salon giving a waitress a 20 minute seminar on caring for your blonde hair colour. It’s all about “maintenance” apparently. When it ended she said, in a bored and half-annoyed voice, “Yeah, that’s something to think about.”
There was an extremely old man in a giant mint-green buick having problems. His buddy preened himself in the window directly in front of chelsea.
On the place-mat. I noticed there’s a town in Alberta called Deadman’s Flats. There’s nothing on the interweb about this town. It may not really exist. Population: 1 (Husky House gas jockey and chef).
Last week, one of my bosses described one of my co-workers to a customer as “kind of autistic”.
“I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.”
~Michel de Montaigne (1533 – 1592)
Oh, Michel, how I miss you so…