If you are what you eat, I guess I'm rolled oats.

And other things.

I'm in ABQ. Got run outa the World Championships of Cowboy Action Shooting just because I wanted to shoot like the cowboys did. Sheesh, what's wrong with galloping full tilt, naked, down the street shooting out lights and store windows? I'll fix 'em, though -- next year I'll do it while I ride a horse. Party poopers.