Fondue. Foundu. Whatever, I have been thinking about it lately.
when my first wife and I got married, we got a fondu (fondew?) pot, and we wanted to use it for something, So we got some bread and cut it up and we got some swiss cheese and put it in the pot and got those silly little forks and dipped the bread into the melted swiss cheese.
And then we remembered... we didn't like swiss cheese. Well, no problem-o. I poured the cheese down the toilet (yes, there was wine involved... great quantities of Spanada) and jammed up the sewer system. I just read an entry in Kymm's journal that reminded me of that. Kymm spells it fondue, but she's probably wrong. Listening tonight to the Ventures, if anyone wants their complete collection, email me. Very 50's, like FONDEAUX! So, no entry would be complete without bitching about work, heh. Yep, it was a Friday, and I got another 1.5 hours of OT. So far this week, that's... a lot. But I have a mission: I'm gonna get that camera that I've been wanting for so long. Yep, I am. I signed up for some call this weekend... from 11:00 Saturday AM until 07:00 Sunday. Should net about $500, they way things have been going. Yeah. 15 hours of OT buys me this. I have always wanted to do a photo journal, and now I will. Images, for the normally sighted, form much of what we acknowlege to be the world. Physical things have form, and form may be captured on film. As a child, I saw photography as being the ultimate in art. And I still do. But wait... muusic is the ultimate in art. Heh... words, words, *they* are the ultimate in art. No, no... the *ultimate* in art... that is in my head. Ah, yea... we get down to the nityy-gritty... my head. Heads.... brains.... wasted by Pol Pot, by Saddam, by Hitler, by Stalin. Think about the pulitzer prize photo, the guy being killed by the vietnamese general. The world is comprised of assholes who want to control, to control, to control. Today's link... The Weathers Report, a guy who says what I want to say. If too much time has passed, The Weathers Report try this link, where I've saved it. Damn. Memorys... by the Ventures. Suicide is Painless. Youse guys don't realize the work that I go to to provide links to memories from years ago, do you? well, OK, look below to the oldies list. Click on a few. You will find that the entries from years ago are just as dull as the present ones. Heh! Fooled ya, didn't I? In the Mail: On the shelf: