* * * A Visit to the Wiggly's House * * * Wow! Did you hear on the radio it's gonna spew ! Anyway, about today, I just saw the rich, quiet, old individual who lives on the hill with two peanut butter sandwiches floating above her head! And I said, Dear Dr. Weaver, I can't escape a parallel dimension of re-programming--- I think it feels just like random nano- delusions... Oh well. By the way, I was thinking about working on my lawn when my Frickin' wife gets home, but I don't have my Frickin' wheelbarrow !