The Catfish's Fluctuating Junk

I don't know about your brain- but mine is really bossy.
I come home from a day on the golf course and I find all these messages scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper
And they say thing like: Why don't you get a real job?
Or: You and what army?
Or: Get a horse.

-Laurie Anderson

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Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Simple misspellings. "Caching" is correct - "cacheing" is not.

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I suggest you visit the Hunger Site once a day, and help feed hungry people, Scott Lesser, or the art of Matt Towler.; ASAP.

Want more spew? There's something about Church names that stick in my head...

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

Some years ago, a student met a sage by the well.
The student approached the master, and said: "What is the secret to virtue?"
The master struck the student ten times with a rock.
At that, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe