Hi, I apparently live in Victorian England, where women in bikinis don't despoil one's eyes. A child might see a woman in a bikini! Won't someone think of the children! Michael Jackson did! (Sorry. Too soon?)

I drive by the coffee stand in question. I tried getting gas nearby tonight but it was such a complete clusterfuck that I skipped it.

I can't believe the fail. Epic fail. Seriously, way to give the bikini barista stand a shitload of free press. Do you really want the place gone? Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Places like this only thrive where they're at least partly controversial. If it's not that big of a deal, that pretty much takes the wind out of the sails.

And seriously guys, what is this, 1950? Really? Bikinis or whatever really that big of a deal?

Just finished watching the Prisoner Miniseries. Not to bad in and of itself. Definately not the original TV series, though.

Plus I don't care if he was Jesus, Patrick McGoohan could kick Jim Caviezel's ass.

Just heard someone use this in a sentence:

"Happy reverbing"

[edited: just verbed my sentence. Not sure if that's actual irony or just Alanis irony.]