While walking the other day an object on the ground caught my eye. A stream of ants were marching over this 2-inch, slightly curved cylinder. It appeared to be a Cheeto®, the smooth, puffed kind versus the gnarled, crunchy ones. But the coloring threw me. Is was bright red, of the flaming hot variety. I was quite certain that Frito Lay’s brand of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos® only came in the crunchy variety. Huh, I was a bit baffled by this item being served at the ant’s sidewalk cafe. I hypothesized that it must be a generic cheese puff, possibly a Vitner’s or Jewel brand offering. Adding in the locale as a contextual clue, I was almost certain that it was in fact a generic, corn puff. I also concluded it was fried, not baked, considering its smooth, puffed status and very hot, but not Flamin’ Hot® due to trademark restrictions.
And just the other day my sister told me while watching The Good Shepherd that I wasn’t clever enough to be a spy? Well, actually, the interchange went as follows:
Me: You know, I can see myself being a spy. But of course not for the government.
Sister turns her head towards me, lowers her chin while raising both her eyes and eyebrows: A spy? You really think you’re that clever?
Puhhlease. I was all over the identity of that wannabe Cheeto®.
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Tomorrow begins the World Championship No-Limit Texas Hold’em (Event 55) at The World Series of Poker. 12,000 entrants times a $10,000 buy-in = $120,000,000. Bet the Binion’s never imagined such earnings and tremendous viewer turn-out when they helped nurture the original World Series of Poker into its current tournament framework back in 1971. Hmmm, maybe I need to dream up some type of money generating, tournament. What’s the current situation with Jigsaw puzzle competitions? Maybe if I add some porn puzzles, I can draw a larger, more diverse participant field?
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Found this from the past.
The girl on the right has aged some, but the guy on the left still looks about the same.