Stream of Consciousness There is a man at the local Quizno's who looks like my father, except my father is Caucasian and this man is Indian. I enjoy watching the Spanish speaking version of Sesame Street and yelling "pescadadita" over and over. Using an eighty pound jack hammer is fun for the first hour, work for the second hour, and "How in God's name does anyone do this for a living?" for the remaining hours. I recently learned that I unintentionally scare and intimidate people at work. I'm becoming obsessed with growing the best lawn on my street, and I'm not proud of it. I'm deeply conflicted on the issue of poisoning the slugs and snails that are eating my garden. I purchased a container of "Sluggo" but I haven't used it yet. I was particularly horrified when I read "After snails and slugs consume Sluggo, they will stop eating and die 3 to 6 days later in a secluded place. You may not see the dead bodies." My wife does funny imitations, but I think she saves the best ones for me. I like the smell of oak as it gets cut. Apparently it is a unique odor. I want my parents to call me sometime, instead of me calling them all the time. I think I'm a mutant spawn. I will reach the top of Mount Shasta.