And then the chef came out with a meat cleaver when we mentioned the dirty fork…

     Usually, I leave this space to Uncle Fun, Sparky, and their friends, but every now and then something happens that seems to belong more in their world than in anything resembling reality:

     Yesterday my wife, our baby daughter Ruby and I went out for Chinese food at lunchtime. At the table next to us, the owner of the restaurant and a clown (in full costume and makeup—red nose, big shoes—the whole bit) were making balloon animals and comparing their philosophies on life. As our food arrived, a man from the health department showed up for a surprise inspection. The clown got his lunch for free because it was his birthday, but tipped the waitress two balloon dinosaurs for her trouble.

     My life has officially become a Monty Python sketch. I wonder if I can get Terry Gilliam to dust off his paper cutouts and animate a link to the next bit of it.