LITTLE PANDAS

Note to self: If anyone says anything that sounds like 'Jesus', utilize sharp pointy stick, self defensively. Oops. This in connection to something that has naught to do with pipes (being specifically a Dunhill fifty six shape, bent billiard, with patent number), for which stem work needs to be done, as well as rim work. Remarkably clean inside. But I'm still thinking about alcohol in the bowl. The Jesus thing relates to religious types, in particular television preachers and several pastors who would like to be television preachers.
Thieves in other words.

The backroom was remarkably free of the senile old rightwing deplorables today, leaving the neurosurgeon plenty of opportunity to enjoy tennis on teevee. While he was doing that, I was made aware that Kevin had over a year ago decided that, in order to preserve his sanity, he would pay as little attention to the news as possible. A wise choice. As he described it, every week a new level of absurdity was reached that pushed the envelope further than he had theretofore thought possible. Indeed. We have reached the trailerpark trash stage.
And there is no end in sight.

He had not heard of the south lawn trailer park cage brawl yet.
Sadly, I burst his bubble, and he is appalled.


Several times during the afternoon I enjoyed little baby pandas (小熊貓 'siu hung maau') as well as red square seal prints (紅方印 'hung fong yan'), both of those being high quality and surpassingly elegant thin ciggies from China. While swilling buckets of tea. So given the frequent stretches of calmness and quiet, I had a very enjoyable afternoon.

Upon reflection, I might have been too mightily caffeinated. Two cups of strong coffee before heading off to work. Three cups of tea before lunch late in the afternoon. Then another cup of coffee. Two more cups of tea. And coffee when I got home. This is good for creativity, bad for mental consistency. The problem is that caffeine and tylenol are necessary to maintain sanity in Marin County, lest I blow up at some of those people. I can understand, I think, why movie stars have to be coked to the gills whenever they go there.

They could never sell little pandas in the United States. Karens all across the country would howl in outrage. The illustration is too cute, the phrase "happy every day" on the package is just wrong wrong wrong, and they're child size!

They're rather delightful. Sie stehen für die typische Chinesische kunstfertigkeit und raffinesse in der tabakverarbeitung. And they absolutely radiate vergnügen!

I can scarcely wait to show them to my doctor later this month.


紅雲紅河菸草（集團）有限公司
['hung wan hung ho yin chou（jaap tuen）yau haan gung si']

Hongyun Honghe Tobacco Group Company, Limited.
Yunnan Province, Kunming City, Wuhua District.

Did I already mention vergnügen? Mmm!

Little pandas, happy every day!




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