:mattLandia:

Warning: the following post may stick in yer craw for hours, like the melody to "My Sharona" or that the "doo - Doo - doo - Doo" sound that announces every segment of 24.

Today I have two phrases playing PONG with each other in the echo chamber sitting directly atop my neck. I read both phrases innocently enough, but (read in your best Captain Kirksian voice) can-not-break-free-from-the-prose. So in the spirit of passing on Mono or the summer flu, let me share them with you.

PHRASE ONE:

"A field dubbed "teledildonics..."

Tele. Dildonics. Never in my wildest word concatenations have I encountered such a absurd, yet remarkably interesting word. I'm stuck replaying this phrase in my head over and over and the myriad of questions spawned. Tele implies distance... how much distance? Dildonics? The science and technology of dildos? Where does one go to school for Dildonics? Is there a brochure on the field? Who is the field's luminary? Seriously? Teledildonics? The above mentioned phrase was followed shortly by,

"The Iraq war ... was kind of a boom for our company."

Yeah, I know. Sad. Odd. Believable.

PHRASE TWO:

Wihile skipping across the many blogs I visit on a weekly basis, I came across this quote about the hot-button immigration bill (perhaps better called the "RETURN TO SENDER" bill) on my lovely college buddy's blog:

"F**k off Minuteman and white supremacists...the only people who have a right to say "send them back"...are the native americans."

Weeks of talking about the immigrant issue, debating the issue, and article after article has come no where close to succinctly putting into words my exact feeling. Lady D, you rock!