After eight solid hours of sleep, I feel like I might not be descending into some sort of gray hell anymore. I think I may be able to once again pass for human. The sun is out, the birds aren’t singing, and work is moving towards completion. Or else I just burned out my ability to be stressed about it for a couple of days.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

In sad news, Aretha Franklin passed away this morning. I am moving the music link to the top in her honor. So here’s Aretha with the best rhythm section in the world.

This one’s for Playa Manhattan. Health officials identify organism that sickened 650 diners at Chipotle. No word yet on identifying the sickness that keeps people buying the mediocre food that seems to be making people ill regularly.

I swear to all I hold holy, if I end up stuck with an ill-tempered pony in my aisle on a Southwest flight, I’m gonna make the links. This is a little horseshit.

Aliens off the Bermuda Triangle? I don’t believe it. Mr. Lizard, cleanup on aisle 3.

I’m usually no conspiracy theorist, but this sketchy report, if verified makes this New Mexico thing start to stink like old fish. First a judge lets two guys accused of multiple counts of child neglect and abuse, some probably fatal since cops found a skeleton in shallow grave, get to walk on a signature bond, then authorities destroy the compound? Again, this report is the only one I’ve seen and cannot verify this report. Maybe some poor CSI guy tripped over a booby-trap and they aren’t telling anyone yet. Its also fucked up, to me, that some news crew is walking around what should be a still active crime scene.