Do you have a favourite Rugby World Cup team?

In the bathtub, a baby cave cricket this morning.  A cabin in the woods gives me plenty of companions to play with and observe.  The cricket jumped onto my hand, I placed the cricket on the lip of a bucket of tumbled rock debris, the cricket jumped into the web of a tiny hungry spider levitating inside the bucket.

Life goes on.

A jogger enjoys the cool morning air, moving past with ease.

At a Mexican restaurant, El Coyote, the server couldn’t find a bottle of Bohemia beer for me.  Now, you know, a Mexican restaurant without Bohemia is a business establishment ripe for “accident” protection insurance provided by my business associates.  However, the server offered me a couple of beers I hadn’t sampled before: Victoria and Pacifico.  In honour of my honeymoon 25 years ago, I also drank a bottle of Tecate, a beer I first sampled on a bus from the airport to the “island” resort area of Cancun.  At the time, I could have bought a six-pack for 600 pesos, 6/7 of a U.S. Dollar.

Time goes on.

Negra Modelo next time – a beer with a heavier bite, slight though it may be.

Is there a dominatrix in your diet?  Is your soccer mom wife a tiger in disguise?  Do you pretend to be in charge by driving the minivan/SUV to work and let your wife drive it back home in order to manage the household of which you’re only a budgetary asset provider?

I only live once.

Live and let argue over who’s in charge.

Let my wife own the dance floor fantasy, I her strong romance novel hero rescuing her from the doldrums by holding her firmly as we spin around the room.

My invisible friends are waiting for the next set of instructions, like some kinda vigilante justice league of their own.
In the old days, we relied on the James Bond types to accomplish our goals.  Now, it’s the soccer moms, executive office managers, maids, and female rugby fans who fulfill requests by the Committee.

You mean, you didn’t know your ten-year old daughter was part of the hacker network?  You thought the social networking she obsessed over was really just about who was breaking up with whom?  Don’t you realise she’s training for a mission decades in the making?

Guys, you’re not forgotten.  We’re adding males and females to our ranks.  The more, the merrier.  Strength in numbers.

Majority does not always rule but it makes them feel more secure in their conformity.

Time to close this entry.  There’s a smug leader who needs a little comeuppance, show him that there’s no one around him loyal enough to guarantee his safety.  Then, a picnic to attend.  A college football team to cheer for.  A charity event to support.

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