Here's what happened in Washington the other day. Sharon came begging for two things - money to build his wall and permission to kill Arafat. Unfortunately he'll probably get the first. They nixed the second. Find some other Palestinian that is willing to negotiate and he'll get his permission. Those are few and far between. So all of a sudden Yasser does what he does best. Caves and gives into all the demands of him. Stop the suicide bombings. Nobody's listening. He's the dude that pretty much caved every time and see what it's got him - nowhere. He might even get killed by his own people for failing them so badly. These people need a leader and he's gotta' be just shit nasty. That wouldn't necessarily be good news for Israel but whenever Yasser exits the stage that's who's gonna' take his place.

Nope, no more book orders done today either. I had a flurry of people who bought something that I only had one of. Gotta' get more fast. Been scrambling on that the last couple of days.

I've got a six-pack of private label guitars coming in. That means no label. No brand. Invent your own. I could have fun with this. Of course I already have a few brands stashed away. Förnikatör Guitars. Serial number one. Betcha' don't have one of those. So yeah I'll do something weird like that - but it'll be even more fun to sell 'em naked and see what my customers come up with for their own labels. Why? Nice guitars, tax included - 75 bucks.

I've been searching for the right meal to go with a glass of Amontillado. It must have its place somewhere. Think I found it. Cheese-burgers and Amontillado is a marriage made in heaven. Don't laugh unless you're willing to try it. The wine tastes pretty much like something you'd sip at communion in Romania. Now add the double cheese no onion. Delightful palette. Scrumptious. Oh, did I mention I've got a cask right down here in the cellar? And I'm a mason. See, here's my trowel. Poe was like the Rocky Horror Picture Show of the last century.

In fact I think next time I'll go with the onion. Grilled. That's what's missing.

What a wretched beast you are. Bringing me acid flashbacks of the one they call Lenore.
Quoth the raven, "nevermore".