Just screw that guy.

Still, it means I might get some money back.

I know it's rabbit hole day, but I haven't participated in years and it seems unlikely I'd start now.

Besides, today's internet adventures brought me from conversations about penis size and the definition of "having sex" with someone to depression and perhaps a lead on a way to combine my comedic storytelling instinct with my more professional medical journalism background. Not to mention the fact I need to figure out something concerning carving a maze into a woman's heart. And does anyone in Montreal know where I can get some dog tags engraved? I might be joining Canadian Forces, but that's not why.

I wonder if I can put "assistant idea generator" on my CV.

"Once again, maleness is the problematic that is being troped by the dream."

A mystery trail today while walking through Downtown Boston.

-- An explanation of art, with no art to be seen.

-- Art, with no explanation to be seen.

-- A comforter hidden in the fork of a tree.

-- Multicoloured squirrels stalking those with no food.

-- Abandoned music, "Nr 10. Herr Jesu Christ, dich zu uns wend" Scrawled beneath the underlined part, (Jesus C. wants a dick)