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Saturday, August 21, 2004

Reckless Theories Abound

I've been bad. I must offer penance to the Blog. It's been too long since last I wrote. My excuse? This time it's illness. I've had a bit of a fever and congestion since last Saturday. Denial of all responsibility was the only remedy. Stress of work, stress of Blog, stress of, you know, doing stuff had to be avoided, at all costs. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.

Meanwhile, blazing temperatures have abated here in the Bay Area, and the fall fashions have hit my doorstep (in the form of magazines, unfortunately, not actual clothing). Did summer end before I remembered to take that trip the the beach? Oh, that reminds me: don't check any of those items off my next weekend to-do list. I suspect those items will remain on my next weekend to-do list for a good while. I'll make it a point to come up with some more attainable goals. That way, I can feel a sense of accomplishment. Like maybe I'll plan to rewatch all of the Buffy Season 2 DVDs before the end of September. There, I think that's doable. I feel better.

So while I'm wallowing in a little self-pity, Chris has managed to solve a local murder case. Those two kids shot in the head on the beach a bit north of here? He says it's the Zodiac killer. Mmhmm. That's right. No one's mentioned it yet in the media, so I figured I'd break the case right here for my non-existent readership. It pretty much matches the Zodiac killer's MO - young victims, no motive, odd location...I don't know. I haven't verified his research yet, but I think it's an exciting theory. In the midst of all our fear of terror, seems to me we've forgotten about simpler times when any mild-mannered, 20 to 35 year old white boy-next-door could have a human head in his fridge. Let us not forget our basest fears.

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