christopher j. koch's "the year of living dangerously" wins the jackie award for "coolest book title, ever."  i wish i had come up with that title; as it is, i suppose i can only parody it now.  the year of living cheesily?  the year of pooping dangerously?  i'll have to work on it, but the potential's there.

either way, this book has me obsessed with midgets.  sorry, i mean dwarves.  midget is a term that the little people don't take kindly to.   what i don't get is that "midget" is bad, but "little people" is okay.  to me, "little people" sounds condescending.  and dwarf sounds just as bad, due of course to snow white and her seven dwarves, who had only one personality trait each.  if i were a little person, i'd be severely pissed at disney and the grimm brothers.  "why can't i be both sleepy and sneezy?" i'd ask, enraged.  "is it not possible for me to be both hungry and dopey?"

i'd better stop before i get myself in trouble.

i've been listening to a lot of johnny cash lately.  if any of my good friends, and you know who you are, has a johnny cash cd containing "i've been everywhere," i'd appreciate a copy.  thanks in advance.  your loyal servant, ferclyn.