First Real Post?

Well, here I am.

I'll do some explaining, the old question is always what's the difference between jelly and jam?  Answers are numerous: jelly has no fruit in it, jelly doesn't shake like that, and one cannot jelly certain parts of anatomy up other parts of anatomy... but that's really not what we're here to deal with right now.

This is the first rant (of the new year, even, too!).  I like dream catchers, even have one myself.  They're wonderfully useless pieces of crap that can be added as some decoration to your room, next to the Enya poster, with the mythos behind it of some kind of half-baked superstition.  ...One could doubt if these things have ever really had a ritual purpose--my head of research is on that now.  Yet, I've seen them in some place I never, EVER want to see them: the rear view mirror of the car.

If you need a dream catcher in your car, there are bigger problems at stake than nightmares; and possibly even bigger than that bottle of half killed Wild Turkey under the passenger seat, which may or may not have just been purchased yesterday.  If anyone happens to enter a car with a dream catcher in it, I recommend taking a cab, or walking, or simply taking the wheel from your narcoleptic chauffeur.  Otherwise, you'll need that bottle under your seat.  "It steadies the nerves," my uncle once told me, loading his rifle, before taking my old dog to that farm he loves so much.