Now I need to write a dedication for Aloysius, in 48 words or less.

I can’t handle the pressure! This feels very permanent and very very short.

And Aloysius might eat my head if I embarrass him. Damn. I’ll sleep on it.

At Andrew J Shields’s blog.

I haven’t decided on a favorite yet. Some great lines (theirs). Some dead brain cells (mine). Both combine to make a difficult decision.

A shameless lion, no less.

I think I broke my versifier. Stuck on line 184.

I’m glad there isn’t a time limit, one with that Jeopardy! song. That’d be bad.

I want to go to a tomato tasting this year. Has anyone ever gone? There’s one at Monticello that could be fun, and one at Rutgers that looks enormous.

Internet Access CAPTCHAS.

I should have to pass one of these each time I consider a blog post. That way, when I’m too stupid to pass, I’m not allowed to post!

I love it when the tomato plants get all bloomy and you realize that all of those little yellow flowers will turn into big, juicy tomatoes.

But I want them now!

It’s hot. Tomatoes like hot. It’s dry, though, and tomatoes don’t particularly appreciate dry.

On the other hand, I appreciate dry. The tomatoes can just live with a soaker hose.

So, somewhere else along the road there was construction. And they had those enormous customizable signs. The first sign said:

SLOW DOWN

Fines doubled in work zone!

The second said:

HIT A WORKER

Fine $10,000 and 14 years in jail!

Now, doesn’t that look like an order?

Steve and I are visiting relatives in St. Louis. During the drive, in Illinois, we saw a peacock strolling nonchalantly (for how else can you stroll?) along the shoulder.

I hope that seems strange to someone else.

“Astroturfing.” It means an attempt to fake grassroots support for a product, whether a politician or an artist or, in the case of the retarded Chasing Cool spammers, a book.

They think we’re idiots. They think we’re all idiots.