So tonight I am reading about propositional logic, which appears to be self evident hogwash restated in college idiom much like the system of pronunciation used by Wikipedia, a simple phonetic spelling would be far too mundane and not exclusive enough for those who paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in order to set themselves apart from the penny stinkards who actually make society work. Er,...I may be off track here some. Mr. A was created by Steve Ditko and the first issue ran in Wally Wood's Witzend. He is an Objectionist vigilante crusader in a mask and fedora who is a follower of Ayn Rand's philosophy, in that it is wrong to grant mercy to a bad person. The name is from Aristotle's law of A=A, or that the thing is identical to itself and nothing else. Needless to say, this didn't catch on so Steve then created The Question, a masked vigilante reporter who wore a fedora and a trench coat. The Question by Denys Cowan. He has been beaten to a pulp at least once...

  ...I netted this kitten outside a convenience store and brought her home with me. I fell in love with a kitten that lived in a convenience store parking lot.  After 2 weeks of trying to get her, I used a landing net to grab the little darling.  A woman there went ballistic over this and accused me of hurting the cat.  Her massive boyfriend stood by and I was really worried.  I explained what I was doing and why, but this skirt kept running her mouth.  When I left with the cat I saw her writing down my license plate number. The cat is named Mischa.  She is on my knee while I write this. To our minds cats are insane.  Their logic is not ours, their manner of affection bizarre.  When we were all boarded up during the hurricane, Jango cried out all night Why?  Why I no go out?  Why?  Why?  Jinjur was very troubled by the storm,  Mingo fell asleep, and Mischa spent the night stalking the others.  What fun she had! ...

   In 1827 William Corder murdered Maria Marten in what became known as The Red Barn. He lured her there by telling her they would elope together, then shot her in an eye.  His handkerchief was wrapped around her neck when the body was discovered some 11 months later, perhaps she didn't die fast enough and he strangled her, or he may have used the cloth as a cinch so he could drag her to the makeshift grave.  By today's standards the forensic pathology work was pathetic, but it was in it's very infancy at this time.  This Wiki article can tell far more about this than I can or will- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Barn_Murder   This murder was a sensation at the time, and numerous plays were performed over the years.  My picture is taken from the high melodrama fashion in which it was presented.  The following article has a link to a marionette performance that will give one a very clear idea of journalistic standards at the time....

Billy's old unit, the ENfantry.  (Enhanced Anthropomorphic Footsoldier Program, now cancelled). That summer we were vacationing in a pleasant town on the Gulf Coast.  We stayed in a lovely two story house from which one could see the water perfectly from the second story porch.  Dad and Mom let us wander around the town, me and my sister had the time of our lives.   Dad had been working non-stop all year at the lab, we hardly ever saw him.  Mom was a teacher and was raising us almost by herself.  Then one day Dad announced he was retiring, and let's all go to the beach.  Even on vacation dad was constantly on the phone, and often he would look worried after a call and mom did her best to cheer him up.  There was one odd thing about that trip, the house in front of ours had a most unusual owner.  He was a upright, bipedal rabbit or so we thought.  We saw him daily through the live bamboo that separated the yards, and once I kicked a ...