Dreams of kissing her in her sleep…she gives me valentiney feelings all year long.

If you don’t use the tittle, bigfoot becomes a bigfool.

I like the look of water on grass after a storm.

I wonder sometimes how life would be if I was blind, or mute, or mildly retarded. Not for long. Playing “what if” is only good as a brief entertainment. Too long, and it gets upsetting and difficult to quit.

Monsieur Gustave… Ah, the blossoming of love, and delicious cheese pies.

Stereotypes… much fun!

The Panda running game…I have similar urges, to wander through the bamboo.

A recent BBC documentary mentioned that about once a week somewhere in the world an ocean-going ship is claimed (or nearly so) by a wall of water… Complete program summary on web site, and there is a complete transcript too.

The world’s oceans claim on average one ship a week, often in mysterious circumstances. With little evidence to go on, investigators usually point at human error or poor maintenance but an alarming series of disappearances and near-sinkings, including world-class vessels with unblemished track records, has prompted the search for a more sinister cause and renewed belief in a maritime myth: the wall of water. Waves the height of an office block. Waves twice as large as any that ships are designed to ride over. These are not tsunamis or tidal waves, but huge breaking walls of water that come out of the blue. Suspicions these were fact not fiction were roused in 1978, by the cargo ship München. She was a state-of-the-art cargo ship. The December storms predicted when she set out to cross the Atlantic did not concern her German crew. The voyage was perfectly routine until at 3am on December 12th she sent out a garbled mayday message from the mid-Atlantic. Rescue attempts began immediately with over a hundred ships combing the ocean.

I have no idea what purpose the private sector would need these for, but…there’s a batch of pen guns on sale,a real find–a cigarette pack gun with silencer,a knife/gun combo, Flipside, a M2 fifty caliber.