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God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael, the archangel, found him, resting on the seventh day.
He inquired, "Where have you been?"
God smiled deeply and proudly pointed downward through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made."
Archangel Michael looked puzzled, and said, "What is it?"

Yesterday was a travel day, so I was unable to get online. We flew from Quepos to San Jose in a plane not much bigger than a Costa Rican cricket. The airport in Quepos is a small shack with a concrete floor and tin roof. Despite the banana republic vibe, we got to our destination safely and in about 20 minutes; it had taken us four hours to make the same drive five days ago.

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Josh from Cincy Jungle was nice enough to give us some information about his Cincinnati Bengals

I wake up long before the coffeehouses open, so I brew my own latte and cappuccino. For years I've used this ancient little Krups formerly belonging to my dear restaurant reviewing companion Thing One before he moved to the jungle where there are no electrical outlets. This week it gave up the ghost with a hideous, steaming shriek.

I was looking for my old baseball cards the other day and while I didn't find them (they must be up in the attic), I did find this handbill that my boy Chad did back in the crazy 90's. I didn't put the backside up since it just tells you that you could see MK2, John Doe, and Chek spinning Hip Hop, Acid Jazz, and Jungle at the Red Geranium on Fridays for $5. It's the art of Hugs that the people

Nathan Moore has had just about enough of Moveon.org’s “Alex” ad which raises the prospects of a military draft were John McCain to ascend to the presidency:

Amanda Marcotte’s new book “It’s a Jungle Out There” is causing much internal strife amongst feminists. Because of the ‘40 era comic book imagery used, both on the cover and inside the book. Supposedly racist, sexist, and every politically correct -ist and -ism you can imagine. Amanda is being savaged on feminazi [...]