A hard rain and my new cushion

Thought I'd start by posting a couple of the more interesting headlines of the past couple days. They are nice and light and fluffy, because the brain capacity really just isn't there for anything weighty tonight.

Here's Homeland Security hard at work:
Toy, Cookie Mistaken for Bomb Components

When puppets go bad:
'Elmo' not tickled by begging arrest

Of course this could just be another of the Man's many attempts to step on Steve Jobs. Then again, it is yet another reason to be proud that I chose not to go the "Apple" route when purchasing my MP3 player.
Apple faces suit over Nano Screens

I bought a new futon mattress today. I know, interesting stuff right?! Well... you see, it was pouring down cats and dogs, an ole' fashioned Noreaster. The wind was a howlin, the leaves a-shakin, and the branches a-quakin. So picture me, waddling about, staggering a this way, and a that. My sense of direction muffled by the awkward-shaped cushion clasped between my over strained arms. The wind is blowing, and the parking lot is riddled with mud and water with shimmering slicks of oil from someone's leaking relic.

I have 30 yards or so to get into the building. I can't stop or I risk ruining my high quality piece of furniture. If I take too long my car alarm is likely to sound since I left the lift gate open.

My heart rate quickens and a cold sweat forms upon my brow. An urge to stop and wipe my face, catch my breath is so overwhelming. My conscience is fighting a tormented battle. One side says "Don't give up George, you can do it... You can do anything! You must and will succeed! It is imperative!" The other side says "You pathetic piece of crap, you can't do anything right. 10 to 1 you slip, fall face down, the futon will land on top of you immediately saturating with filthy water. You'll die a cold miserable death steps from the comfort of your own, smothered by the very material comforts you seek solace in. It will be a fitting end to your trite and meaningless life."

Suddenly I've become aware that I have succeeded and that my fears and apocalyptic fantasies were nothing more than my overactive imagination seeking to bring amusement into an otherwise mundane task.

So, tonight, I no longer feel the wooden slats through my futon, and I'm a happy camper. A new cover will arrive in two weeks along with new pillows escorting in a new era in the creature comforts in "George's World". Exciting! :D

Goodness Gracious! Bed time!

Now it's time to say goodnight.... Goodnight, sleep tight.... dream sweet dreams for me.... dream sweet dreams for me......

(Noteworthy: Under circumstances of sleep deprivation, individuals of the homo sapiens species often succumb to delusions and erratic thought process)