My whole life is about digressions. So I changed my blog title to reflect that.

I can't even say I experienced all those mind-altering drugs people had in the 60s as a reason for my digressions. In fact, my experience with drugs is very minimal. I had a hit of acid once. I don't think it worked, at least it didn't make me feel differently, and I don't have violent flashbacks (or any for that matter) beause of that acid. In high school, I tried to smoke weed with my brother. Problem is, I never learned to properly inhale. So I was never really into that weed scene. My uncle took me on a journey to self exploration once, and of course, this journey was punctuated with lots of peyote shot up my arm. I didn't learn a lot about myself, though, just reaffirmation that, indeed, I was the same loser I always was. Never tried coke, never tried meth, heroin, or most any other drug. I have an addictive personality, so I fear that if I did try drugs, that would be it for me: I would be hooked for life. (Talk to me sometime about my battles with alcohol. That's another story, for sure.)

But I digress. Drugs have nothing to do with why I changed my blog name.

Enjoy your day.

Bill Clinton, George Bush and George Washington were on the Titanic.
As the boat was sinking, George Washington heroically shouts, ''Save the women!''
George Bush hysterically screeches, ''Screw the women!''
And Bill Clinton smirks and purrs, ''Do we have time?'

One day in the future, George W. Bush has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.

"I don't know what to do," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got some folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place.

I'll even let YOU decide who leaves." Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the first room.

In it was Ronald Reagan and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in hell. "No, George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."

The devil led him to the next room. In it was Richard Nixon with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time. "No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented George.

The devil opened a third door. In it, Bush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. Bush took this in disbelief and finally said, "Yea, I can handle this." The devil smiled and said "OK, Monica, you're free to go."

This is what the first day of spring looks like right now:



OK, this isn't really a current photo, but this is what it looks like outside my window. Spring? Hah!

I just saw a bumper sticker I don't understand. Can somone please enlighten me:

Practice  random acts of kindness and sensless acts of beauty

To me that's an oxymoron. "senseless" means stupid or foolish, I think. Why would you want to do stupid acts of beauty?

?????