Recycled photo and semi-orgasmic smile from June…
Enough of this class warfare stuff from the past few days. It’s time to get back to the meat of what Planet SOMA is all about. To be more specific, I scored three boxes of Count Chocula yesterday at Target, thanks to an email tip. Seems they’ve receieved their Halloween shipment, complete with Scooby Doo marshmallows. Halloween appears to be the only time of year they allow the stuff past the agricultural inspection station on I-80 and into Nothern California.
Thanks to ever-vigilant readers of Planet SOMA, I’ve had a very good Count Chocula year. This more than makes up for the fact that I’ve been broke all year and that I seem to have given up sex entirely.
Time for a few updates:
- I’m still not concrete on this year’s big road trip. There are still a few too many varaiables. I hope to have some more information by early next week.
- Irma and Cecil are doing quite well, thank you. The kids are a little sketchy.
- I have now successfully collected all 120 episodes of The Streets of San Francisco and am anxiously seeking the pilot and the reunion movie.
- I still live alone, hate Sunday nights, car alarms, and the idiotic term wellness.
- Biff and Muffy remain alive and well in San Francicso, and I still intend to move away. I still don’t know where or when.
- I opted not to join the AARP for another twenty years or so.
- No more email from Steve Kmetko nor letters from Jesus.
