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As I walked past the Homeless Guys Fan Club this morning, a woman was leaving St. Al's soup kitchen. She was holding a joint.

I'm sorry, I need to be clear here--she was holding a cartoon of a joint. It was the most obvious, blatant, cooked-up-by-the-props-department-of-an-After-School-Special joint ever. Also, it was huge. Anyway, the point is, as I walked by, she stopped me to say, "Baby, you got a light for me?"

I love my life--I have the best random encounters.

In other news, I subscribe to the National Geographic rss feed. When I signed up, I thought I'd got lots of nifty stories about archaeology, weird birds of the Amazon, and bad news about monkeys. Instead, it's a nonstop horrifying drumbeat of how we are all going to die. And not just die, mind you, die in the plot of bad SciFi Movie Of The Week. Space bacteria! Yellowstone exploding!

I mention this because I think you should all be aware of the upcoming COCKROACH ARMY that will be heading our way any minute now.

They've already conquered Serendipity. Once they have the power of absurdly priced desserts, they will be unstoppable!