I just watched Michael Moore’s Sicko over at Google Video, and I have to say… I already knew most of this. But having it summarized, without Moore’s usual political grandstanding or creative edits, draws a stark and rigid line—maybe through our assumptions—to why I’ve lost faith America can draw itself away from terminable selfishness. This maybe strikes home to me, more than most, because my very life depends on insurance. I need insurance, because I have several congenital heart conditions, any of which raise my risk of instant cardiac death.

Let there be… disturbing art! I’ve finally managed to work my artist’s wonderful rendition of Rabbit Rue’s true horror into the site design. It’s a work in progress, but it still looks better than without, in my opinion. Hopefully I can tweak the design a little and leave it alone for a while. I’m moving to Evanston. I’m pretty sure of this. Nothing against Chicago, but threatening to shut down the Purple Line express, which ferries my worthless carcass to and from work, and/or raise the rates from $1.

Your Score: The High Priestess You scored 43 change, 69 wellbeing, 73 wisdom, and 63 truth  This card represents the subconscious mind. It is the balancing force between pairs. The pillars to her sides represent the opposites, light and dark, and she sits in the middle of them, impartial to one or the other. The curtain behind her connects the pairs. The letters on the pillars are B and J.

2 lbs Ground Elk Meat 1.5 cups dry Red Kidney Beans 1.5 cups dry Black Beans 1 29oz can Tomato Sauce 1 28oz can Crushed Tomatoes 1.5 cups chopped Vidalia Onion 3 tbsp white Distilled Vinegar 3 tbsp Chili Powder 2 tsp ground Sea Salt 2 tsp ground Black Pepper 1/2 tsp Garlic Powder 1/4 tsp Dave’s Insanity Sauce Soak beans overnight. Drain beans and add crushed tomatoes, tomato sauce, onions, vinegar, 2 tbsps of the chili powder, half of the salt, and half of the pepper.

I have begun chapter nine of my ongoing tale of Rabbit Rue, which has just recently crossed the threshold of 130 pages. After I’ve written a few more of these books, I’ll consider this a mere trifle, but for now, that sheer amount of information is daunting. That I’ve created something that would require hours of reading dismays and bewilders my sensibilities, like a budding architect who has accidentally designed the Sistine Chapel.