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I've gotta go now. I've gotta jump in my flying car and get to the grocery store to buy some meal-in-a-pills and some neural implants.
Click here to read the article (By the always inspired and future-friendly Milton Friesen)
Here, you'll find random cranial oddities including family reflections, found footage & rarified rants. The blog title? Years, ago, It was how I used to invite churchaphobic folks to visit King’s Bridge. Now, I've joined the ranks of churchaphobia myself. But beer-therapy is helping with the fear-attacks.