round on the ends and high in the middle

Hooray for my home state!

Unrelatedly, I dreamed that uncletang and I were unable to find affordable pants in a subterranean sporting-goods bazaar in Connecticut, located deep beneath the home of burkean and cinemama. Guns, on the other hand, were cheap and plentiful, but we didn't buy any.

Speaking of dreams, the other morning I was sad to wake up and realize that I didn't, in fact, own a book about ancient puppetry written and illustrated by Tim Burton. I was perfectly pleased, however, that the alarming results of the Home Cancer-Scanning-Ray Machine were only imaginary.