Not Pet Peeves, but Major Psychotic Episodes

…but of course I am a nut-job-goof-ball. My mind always plays tricks on me. Well, sometimes it isn’t my mind, I do have double vision. No, I’m not kidding, my eyes don’t work together- when my right-eye is facing forward, my left-eye is pointing to my left, giving me double vision, or as the optometrist put it, diplopia. After 25 years, I will finally get this horrible personal hell corrected by wearing eyeglasses with prism lenses. I still have perfect 20/20 vision, but I need to wear glasses. Glasses can be hip and fashionable, right?

Anyways, my mind does play tricks on me. I was watching The Simpsons today and a preview of Adam Sandler’s next horrid movie is Reign Over Me, about some guy who lost his family in 9/11 (Warhol actually meant, everybody’s a victim for at least fifteen minutes). Sandler’s character has an uncanny resemblance to Bob Dylan in his younger days. I have such a obsessive crush on Bob Dylan in his younger years which makes me wonder is it my mind playing tricks on me or is sometimes a cigar just a cigar?

Here are some things that I’ve been thinking:

Where can I get a bag of frozen sweet-potato fries? I want to make a salad that contain those yummy fries, steak, mixed-spring greens, bleu cheese, dried cherries, toasted pine nuts and a home-made raspberry vinaigrette?

The weather sucks outside, there was a truck sliding sideways down the hill on deSoto St. here in Oakland.

I am having a get-together on Saturday I need an idea for one more finger-food-type dish can I serve.

That is all for now.