The Chunk file

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OK, I've got apples and oranges here.


Yesterday, I spent some time with my niece and nephew. Above: that's my niece, Sarah, checking out the leaves of a tree. She's some kinda nature girl. Loves lizards and frogs and stuff. She tells me that, when she grows up, she's gonna be a doctor and an "Iguanodon mother." She's pretty definite about that.


And here's my two-year-old nephew, Adam, preparing to roll his big Tonka dump truck down the hill near my place. He likes to watch it crash. He's a sweet kid.

Ran into these gals in the parking lot yesterday. They suddenly posed for me, so, naturally, I took a snap.

I won't tell you what one of 'em said, cuz I'm a gentleman. They're funny, boy.


Saw this great old Volvo, too. Very cool. You don't see many half-century old cars in Irvine. Everything's new or botoxed.

Earlier today, I accompanied Rebel Girl to her classroom—she was pretty steamed about something; you'll probably read about it here—and so I was along strictly for venting purposes. I said "absolutely" a few times.

By the time we got to her room, she'd mellowed out some, and so she showed me inside. "Check out the whiteboard and floor," she said. "Clean!"

She wore a look of astonishment. The students just stared.

"Wow," I said.




Here's my Congressman, Gary Miller, visting the set of a Civil War movie—this was about six years ago. He's a corrupt rat bastard and a supporter of the war, too. If you've been reading the paper, you already know that.


Here are his eyes. Part of me still thinks you can see who a person really is in their eyes. But that isn't true at all. Not at all.

—CW