Believe it or not I do actually venture outside on occasion. The other day I found myself at Barnes and Nobles and I came across a book title I found confusing. "Depression for Dummies". While it's probably a useful tome but I was wondering what kind of affect that has on someone in the grips of a full flegged crisis. Since bad fits of depression usually involve a bottoming out of ones self image, can you imagine what it feels like having to consult a book designed for dummies?

When did they cancel November? Or thanksgiving? The other day I was in a supermarket and say that the store was packed to the gills with Christmas candy and decorations. We went right from Halloween (which first showed up in August) and went right to Christmas. I was actually in a deli shop that was playing Xmas tunes before the end of October. Holy shit.

And now the weather and the further wimping-out of our youth. Today it rained, not a downpour but a slow steady cold drizzle. Most local school districts postponed tonight's games because.....I'm not really sure why. When I was a kid football meant mud and cold. Hell most of my best memories playing covered in crap and goo. Baseball players quit when it rains. The only time I remember a game being postponed was when lightning hit close to the field in early September. Or maybe it was an economic response to the rising cost of laundry detergent.

Now back to your regularly scheduled psychosis.