Welcome to My Nightmare

Tonight I saw, in no particular order, a man in a top-hat kill another man with a sword. I saw a man pull a sword on a woman, who in turned pulled a gun on him and marched him away. I saw a man beat his bride and sing about it. I saw a man beset by nightmarish individuals who lurched around like zombies and tried to beat him into submission. I saw a man kill a baby in its pram. I saw a man escape from a strait jacket only to be recaptured and put back in the jacket. I saw a man popping balloons with a fencing sword. I saw a man in a straight jacket hung from a gallows before my very eyes. I saw a man hold an election rally (with one volunteer holding a sign that said "a troubled man for troubled times") while holding the Aussie flag and proclaim himself "the next Prime Minister of Australia."

Has Canberra gone mad? Did the virus from 28 Days Later break out in southeastern Australia?

No. I went to an Alice Cooper concert. And it was quite a show.

Damn Yankees

Yes, I hear that the fans in New York are getting upset about their precious New York Yankees. Sure, they are barely above .500 and are nine games behind the Boston Red Sox.

But I'm not gloating.

If I start to gloat, those damn Yankees will win thirty games in a row and jump to first place again. So I will just ignore them, and hope they go away.