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I have never had a fresh fish tell me what time it was. If that had happened, an locusts were present for the funeral, she might be all severe and treat me like the goose. Oh, to long for open fields of papaya, straining for the sun! Pinto beans have got nothing on me. Nothing. Only when I hath troubadoured in the woods for a very, very long time, and then even for shame! For shame! You doubt me? I don’t care what YOU want, fella.

Abraham Lincoln was dead once. I wasn’t sad, since it happened long, long, long before they invented bowling. Chaps often warn me of the jejune manner in which the table cloth was served. I tell them to order up a fried steak batter and let the good times frolic, frolic, so many swordsmen, so little…

Oh, this is a waste of time. If you read that, I apologize. But not much.

We watched the Incredible Hulk TV pilot as a family last night. It’s very sad, you know. It’s also surprisingly well written and acted. Bill Bixby doesn’t get enough credit for what a stalwart, gravitas-laden actor he was. It’s hard to take someone seriously when their last name is Bixby.

The Utah Treasurer’s race is heating up, and there’s a lot of mud being slung. I know one of the candidates – Mark Walker, who’s accused of offering a job to his opponent, Richard Ellis, in order to get him out of the race. I think what really happened is that Ellis essentially ambushed Walker in a breakfast meeting and demanded to know whether Ellis would keep his job in the treasurer’s office if Walker was elected, and Walker said “yeah, sure.” That’s a very different kettle of fish. Walker’s a good guy, and he doesn’t deserve to be beaten up like this.

Bottom line? It’s a freakin’ treasurer‘s race, people! Really, who cares?