One time, there was this whip up in Canada, and everyone thought a ghost was riding it. But then some scientists came in and found the truth. “You guys, no ghost is riding this whip; the whip is old and squeaky and these high Canadian winds merely create the appearance of a ghost rider.” All minds were blown and Canada was finally able to join the United Nations.
11:07 am: Write first poem of the day, “Cookie is a good-for-nothing layabout.” His sloth is emblematic of America’s long-term decline from greatness, for which this poem is the obvious antidote.
1981 was a mixed bag for me. The space shuttle flew, and I had worked really hard on it.
“I like to run Lotus 1-2-3 on my IBM Selectric.”
Tatooine’s twin suns rose above an extra special scene. Today was the day of the Annual Imperial Classics Cruise-In.