Delivered my first load for the new company.

I've had a HazMat endorsement on my CDL for nearly 5 years and this is the first time I had the opportunity to placard a trailer. It was not fun driving down the Interstates with four red placards stating quite clearly what was in my trailer. "Flammable Gas"! That's right, nothing that could leak, but it sure would've made a terrific BOOM if some dummy used one of the placards for target practice.

Actually, it was quite harmless. Just 5 tons of those gas containers you use on your camping stove. And, yes, I have to assume they were full of the stuff that makes pork 'n beans hot and yummy.

When I get home in two weeks will take some pictures of the truck. I might be in one of them, but don't count on it.

Guess the Schticky story is quite a hit. I'm certainly having fun with it. I'd love to throw out a spoiler or two, but won't. Let's just say that things are going to get weirder and weirder. Oh, yes, somebody is going to die soon, but you won't see it. As much as I like blood and guts splattering on the wall, this death was rather tame.

As deaths go, it was very painless, especially considering it happened when it wasn't expected. It could be seen as something similar to the way we euthanize criminals, except the person who died didn't see or feel the needle. But, then, it wasn't a needle that killed. It was something more futuristic.

The only problem I have at the moment is I'm publishing faster than I'm writing. Of course, considering the time I have available for writing, it surprising I can write anything at all. Plus, dealing with, uh, you know, aliens and such, and the other stuff that I haven't published yet, but it is coming soon, maybe sooner than I want.

I've always been a fan of Monty Python and, well, Chapter 4 will certainly live up to "and now for something completely different."

How about for a tickler: extraterrestrial physiology?

Well, sure, they've got the same bits, but what do they do with them?

Of course, I blame everything on Hurl, many breasted, hog-headed mother god of Argotte, who hacked up a wad of phlegm and when she spat the wad spun out and became the universe wherein lies Argotte, Belenda, L'nthdre, Orcol, and Gurd.

It takes a weird imagination to come up with things like:

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