It's Beginning To Feel A Lot Like...?![]() It's
was 40 years ago today that four young people stumbled upon the legendary
Mothman on a clear Fall West Virginia night. Even though it's well past
Halloween, give this article a quick read and ask yourself
what's more dangerous; a possible humanoid trans-dimensional monster with
delusions of world domination, or Richard Gere's acting abilities.
And as if this landmark day wasn't enough, The New 7 Wonders of the World panel of experts is giving us, the world at large, the opportunity to vote on the new 7 Wonders of the World. The initial voting nominations are complete (although my choice of Qualcomm Stadium (go Chargers!) was not selected), and now the whittling down of the shortlist of 21 sites is up to us. Take a few seconds out of your busy schedules and pick your 7 sites. If you're wondering how I voted, it breaks down like this: Acropolis, Colosseum, Machu Picchu, Great Wall of China, Petra, Pyramids of Giza, Stonehenge. For the life of me, I don't see how modern sites such as the Sydney Opera House, the Eiffel Tower, or the Statue of Liberty could even be considered wonders of the world. While you're busy doing that, I'll be picking up tickets to this year's How The Grinch Stole Christmas at the Old Globe Theater in Balboa Park. Quite a few dates have already sold out, but I firmly believe my credit card and I will be triumphant in securing a couple seats... Posted: Thu - November 16, 2006 at 11:10 AM | |
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I had a dream last night about a dog that was made out of grass. It looked like a cross between a Bull Terrier and Labrador, and it seemed very happy. It had deep expressive eye sockets, but no eyes. It was circling me, wagging its grassy doggy tail and staring up at me with its dark grassy eyeless sockets. Green drool was dripping off its grassy tongue and onto my shoes. Slowly, it began to change color. Splotches of tan spread across its body. The grassy tail stopped wagging. It turned, and the dog made of grass walked through the gate and into my backyard, where it laid down and died. Its green body had turned to the color of wheat. Apparently unable to hold the shape of a dog any longer, it now resembled a small pile of dead grass that was slowly being blown away by the wind.
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