Where in the world is Alex Winter...

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--this is not alex-but a friend-I've recently received communication and have decided to publish it here. He has written only thus,

---I have been killed and my body was stolen by aborigines---

--I will do my best to keep you updated.
--regards

Goodness with Regards...

Ahh, the 21st century, techmology, the www, and all that in between, those things connected by wires and iodes and plugs and red lights and green lights, you're driving me nuts.

Alas, sorry for lack of posting, I wasn't sick or depressed as some of you may have been inclined to believe. Also, my phone was only off for a day and a half max. It ran out of batteries, I didn't mean for it be personal. All that and, with my computer breaking, technology has taken me a bit off the grid.

I meant to write, I really really did.

And I did write, but not here on the www. In a notebook, like the olden days. I followed the footsteps of Whitman, Thoreau, and all of the other pour souls that weren't worried about seventeen sentences in a half minute.

Who knows, maybe I'll transcribe it here someday. Until then keep at it and I'll try to stop by the library more often.

Riding the B.U.S.

Or in this case the train, but it's all the same anyway.

You see, there comes a time in a man's life ( or woman's life, sometimes a child's life and perhaps even a well trained monkey's life) where you decide to make something of yourself. For me this time has come.

I've decided that I need to be rich, to distinguish myself from the rest of humanity through something meaningful. Sure there's other ways to be distinguished, but I feel the presidency to soiled for my tastes. So I'm thinking of ways to get money, lots of money, enough for a stable living environment or some peace of mind. Not too much money mind you, just enough to get off the train.

So far all I have is the first space McDonalds, and even then I'll have to give over some royalties or franchise fees. But I am working on a space mcnugget recipe to beat the gravitational sickness brought on to unprepared space tourists. And I think McDonalds will bite, they already have a paddle boat McDonalds here on earth, why not a starship McDonalds?

Bottles and Cans.

It's easy to overlook the smal stuff, especially when there are so many distractions. A recently proposed and passed city initiative will provide the public with a 8.2 million dollar addition to downtown.

I wonder when I'll stop tripping over these bottles and cans on the train. Could we please hire more janitorial staff, or at least sentance people to not only clean highways but also public transport? I mean, really , why am I (without a car or hopes for one soon) concerned with the cleanliness of route forty? I would much rather have a seat on the train void of bubblegum.

Also, Father _______ is still hanging onto the hope of the Cardinals, I only mention because my former blog partner lives in San Diego and as Father ________ has informed me, the Padres didn't fair to well in recent games against Father ________'s team.

A Policing Economy.

In a new age of free wheeling debutantes in Hollywood freebasing off of public scrutiny, devouring headlines with rampant self indulgence and fast fleeting shame, it's all to easy to offer an opinion.

A bus pass, or rail card, or shuttle key (pardon, not in a space sense) might work, causing the DUI offenders to sit next to Bob and his two kids.

Bob is a worker, he smells like a worker and looks like a worker. He pays little to no attention to his kids and eats hot dogs smoldered in ketchup, dripping it onto the train floor. Someone will clean it up, but not Bob. His kids yell and scream and push and fight and spill. They, like Bob, will clean up no mess.

I'm glad I'm not cleaning it up.

Yeah, that might work. Might scare miss Lohan and miss Hilton into some relevant thought process. We could expand the idea to the general populous. DUI = Bus Pass. Forcing the population into sensibility through interaction with a world so irritable and grotesque most will swear off libations entirely.

But then again, someone would have to clean up more spills.

Baseball and Questions of Morality.

Father ______ sat next to me today again begging the question; Is it immoral to use a preachers advise on gambling. He seems spot on and I am completely lost in the area, betting and baseball or betting and anything.

If it's okay to bet, send me a sign Lord.

Wasted efforts.

Recently it's been reported that Illinois still has a disturbing trend of increase police stops based on race. I wold like to think that it is a motion to help people understand and use public transport, but wouldn't that be some hell of a silver lining.

It seems the police force would be better off sitting around fast food restaraunts. They might prevent a robbery or two.