Move over John Galt. Who is Dale Limberhand?

Yes. Who is Dale Limberhand. Limber. Hand.

In just a few short moments, if you haven't already done so, you will ponder if that name is real or fake.

Why? Because the case of Idaho v. Limberhand established a precedent that masturbation in an enclosed bathroom stall was within one's right to privacy. There's a little more here.

Yes, Dale Limberhand was arrested for obscene conduct after an officere observed him through a four inch hole in a stall partition...well...spanking the monkey.

So this makes me wonder: How many officers gleefully volunteer for the gay toilet sex beat?(pun intended)

Or is it a short straw kind of situation?

In other news, I saw the B Street Theater's production of "The Book of Liz". It was fantasticly funny. The play was originally written by David and Amy Sedaris. I will have to make some time to read David's books.

So, two things to note

-I get excited whenever I hear the Decemberist's "The Legionnaire's Lament". I am endlessly tickled that the song incorporates the words "shiraz" and "laudinum" in the song so effortlessly (at least it seems effortless).

Oh yes, I'm easily amused. No doubt about it. I don't really enjoy drinking Shiraz. I haven't and likely won't ever use laudinum. But as words, I adore their sound.

-I cannot pass up any mention of Donner Lake without a Donner Party joke. I can imagine this can annoy folks. I annoy myself. But it just rolls out of my head like a stream of melted butter.

Just today some folks mentioned going to Donner Lake, and I had to advised them to bring extra leather belts. "Yes, yes," I said, "I know that population increase and technological advancements have progressed such that it's highly unlikely that you'll get stranded and want to eat your family, but it never hurts to have a stash of unlikely edibles available just in case."

Apparently reading "Ordeal By Hunger" back in high school traumatized me more than I care to admit. Such. A. Moron. Am. I.