bradgarten

the.morning.sucks.issue

I woke up this morning a little ill. Being the dedicated employee that I am I forced myself to get better and then managed to make it to the office only about.four.hours late. Now my headache — and related issues — have returned and I’m dreading the bus ride home. Joy.

religion.in.transit

A guy gets onto the bus — eleven.thirty.ish — wearing a puke.green.shirt plastered with the large image of a yin-yang hovering below a red.dragon. I’m sure when he put it on this morning he wasn’t expecting anything more taxing than a warning from the fashion police. Unfortunately for him — and the rest of us poor.transit.transients within ear.shot — he attracted the attention of an older gentleman who politely informed him that his shirt was evil and accused him of being Satan. Discussion ensued, escalating to verbal abuse followed by an extra.large.side.order of religious prosecution. Fisticuffs were avoided — narrowly — but it left us wondering where the devil was heading on a late Tuesday morning, and why he was taking the bus

dots.dots.dots

In a polite email informing me of my posting rights — which I may post later, but my email is on a different computer right now — Stephen informs my that I am using far.far.too.many.dots in my writing. I.tend.to.disagree, and rather think that I am using far.too.few.dots in my literature. In fact, I’m going to write a book that contains more.dots.than.words because I think it is important to stop.and.think as you are reading. Dots.let.you.do.that. Maybe…………..