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I’ve had plague and thus was incommunicado, but am getting a bit better now… albeit still feeling pooky.

This is what pooky looks like in my head… so my current mental representation of myself involves scraggly feathers (low-grade fever and scratchy throat), poofy tummy (results of a 3-day course of Total War antibiotics), and squinty eyes (why not throw some allergies into the mix ‘cuz I’m not miserable enough already?).I’m gonna see if I can get TGP to take me out for a nice dinner of worms and birdseed. (Pic snagged from Dean.)

Not only is she proud and supported by the folks back home in her treatment of Iraqi prisoners, but her fiancee is a real gentleman too.

The Grand Poobah (heretofore referred to as TGP):

Aha! So that’s the American strategy! Ship off all our dumb people overseas. So how come we still have so many morons over here?

Me:

Well, UPS and FedEx only accept packages of a certain size, and apparently it’s illegal to ship people in those big crates, so there’s a bottleneck at the ports.

TGP:

How about we just fire them across the Pacific from giant cannons?

Me:

Um, ozone. Global warming. Hurts the dolphins’ ears.

TGP:

Not if we fire them high enough. (Ed. note: He likes to play with ’splodey bits, so he’d know.)

Me:

Like, from airplanes? ‘Cuz otherwise it would still hurt the dolphins’ ears – sound at ground level travels through water as well.

Apparently I’m not only sympathetic to the plight of the hill people vis-a-vis their tarnished public image, but I’m also dolphin-ear-expert chick. The solution to the problem of America’s morons remains unfound, but our quest for answers continues. Maybe we should consult with Aquaman.