I was reading about all the usual hate and discontent in my morning paper, when I turn the page and there is 'Robo-roach'! Complete with a larger than life-size picture. For those of you who may have missed this bit of high-tech news, here it is...Japanese scientists are breeding American cockroaches (they're bigger and stronger) so they can remove their wings and antannae and fit them with backpacks and implant pulse-emitting electrodes. (Don't worry, before they perform the surgery the critter is gassed to sleep, so it doesn't feel a thing.) The researchers then have control of the bugs movements. "The potential applications of this work for mankind could be immense." Like crawling through earthquake rubble to search for victims, or slipping under doors on espionage surveillance. And the Japanese government has awarded the scientists $5 million to continue. (Sounds to me like man's insatiable desire to hold a remote is being further recognized.)
CherryMaster has become very popular with the men at the bar. They all gather around her, never taking their eyes off her screen and rooting the current player on. And these guys have their individual ways trying to coax a payoff. One stroked her, then patted her, then blew in her "ear". Another gave her a little jiggle. Another rubbed her sides telling how you've got to be *one* with the machine. Another uses two hands. Another doesn't look at her unless he hears the telltale rings and bells. Another puts in $20 and another feeds her $1 at a time. Now, if this is any indication of how they treat real live women...
Weazer and Pssst Pssst are still going through their identity crisis. (The cats who think they are dogs.) When asked "Are you hungry?", they wag their tails.
Vance described the oncoming freezing weather as going to be "sneaky cold". At first this didn't make much sense because we were warned well in advance of it. Pulling out the BIG dictionaries, and experiencing it the last few days, we now know what *sneaky* is.
Little Joe apparently never thought to check the bolts on the basketball backboard that came with the house he bought. The other night the thing decided to drop...onto the windshield of his new car!
Phil (aka: Earth to Phil, Phil..uh..Nevermind and FIL) actually had to *work* when a waitress didn't show up for her shift. You should have seen him, he nearly broke into a sweat.
Daniel is getting married again, his 3rd. He's not doing the mail order bride route this time, though. The last one didn't work out, and the business where he got her through won't relinquish payoff.
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THE STAR---by Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.When the blazing sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go
If you did not twinkle so.In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.As your bright and shiny spark,
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
And I, for one, am still abiding my New Year's resolution.
Your President,
Kaye Coffey