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"I'm not saying it's safe for humans. I'm not saying its unsafe for humans. All I'm saying is it that it makes hermaphrodites of frogs."

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I just had a Yodel. I had never had one before, which astounded my co-workers.. It's like a tubular Ding Dong. Or Ring Ding or King Don or whatever the hell it's called.

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I love me some Iron Maiden -- their stuff through 1988's Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, anyway; their next album featured a song called "Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter," whereupon they lost me. Sure, they succumbed to some of heavy metal's more embarrassing cliches (check "Number of the Beast"), but they could seriously play, and they wrote a lot of interesting music. I was listening to Seventh Son in the car this evening, however, and I realized that Bruce Dickinson (he of the ill-conceived cover of Mott the Hoople's "All the Young Dudes," not he of "More cowbell!") sounds an awful lot like Katherine Hepburn. Oh well. I guess it's just another side of the multifaceted joy that is Iron Maiden.

(BTW, I never knew until I looked it up just now that David Bowie wrote "All the Young Dudes.")

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It seems like this guy has posted pictures of himself in just about every community I've ever looked in on. Stop it, dude, stop it.

Oh, joy -- it seems that they're all on his userinfo page.

from my alma mater

Mitch Crawford (left), Candie Maddox, and Mary Ann Hooser, lounge outside Lee Hall waving at passing cars trying to bring a spark of happiness to each who passes.

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I keep noticing the work of two graffiti artists and/or groups around New Haven. Bhang! is one, and 203 Kids is the other. Bhang! has a lot of style. He (or they) festoons unexpected places with a distinctive flair, but 203 Kids just crudely scrawl their name with no evidence of any kind of artistic sensibility. What can you expect from a bunch of kids who take their gang's name from their fucking area code?

That reminds me of the graffiti spree that plagued my hometown of Starkzekistan back in the late '80s. Keesh and Crack-Master launched an assault on the dumpsters and sidewalks of the city, seizing the townspeople with fear. Just when everyone thought the worst was over, Dildo-head started his own reign of spray-paint terror.