orangy-reddish alert

For security reasons*, and the saftey of yours truly, this marvelous vacation spot in cyber space, formerly known as S** S**** Thoughts, has changed names. I hope you find delight in the new more secure nomenclature: Watson Thoughts. You may now refer to me electronically as Watson, Samwise [Gamgee], or bikedrumtao. Thankyou for your continued viewing!



*It may be duly noted that this orangy-reddish alert** is the result of what we may as well consider a near death experience. This morning, while riding trusty bus number 911 to my bi-weekly message sesh in Santa Cruz, I at one point happened to glance over at a lady sitting across the aisle, facing me two seats down. We may take the liberty of describing her physical essence as a hybrid between your basic trailer park NASCAR fan and the attitude chica from the 'baaaaaaaaarrio', if you know what I mean.

Anyways, I soon drifted back into a spaceball line of thought before noticing several moments later the dull weight of a small arm weighing down her right hand. If it was fake, I certainly wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Her chubby little index finger had itself snuggled right through the cage of the silver weapon, wrapped lightly around the trigger. Her eyes focused dully from under the brim of her bright yellow baseball hat throught the window out onto potential street victims. All I could think about was what it would feel like to catch the force of a bullet in the chest. Funny that a slim, light, metal projectile should be referred to as a SLUG. I'm thinking that name can only reflect the sensation delt upon impact, like a thick reverberating bass force in the lungs. Sit near a crazy NRA-type in a bus long enough and you start to hear Tyler's whisper in your ear, 'Raymond, you are going to DIE'.

At one point our gun-weilding chubster sort of casually raised the revolver up above her head with a shrug of the shoulders and a crack of her neck and pointed the short stubby barrel out the window. I heard the tick of the metal on the plastic scratched window pane. With a bit of a squint she found her victim and pulled the trigger! 'Click'. Either it was a damn real looking cap gun or it wasn't loaded. Whatever the case may have been, it is clear that this occurance merits the name change of this very website, because you know, the conspiracy connections and everything. Better safe than sorry is what I always say. Hello people?!!!



**Speaking of security alerts, do people still have 'GOD BLESS AMERICA' stickers pasted to the back of their cars and trucks? The problem with that is not what is says but what it doesn't say. You can't ignore the missing 240 odd countries that arn't included in the list. Is there not another message behind the phrase, suggestive of our moral rightousness as a nation, suggestive of some sort of speacial alliance with god? I think so. And I think those stickers are stupid.