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-MystCommunity quote: "my hermanito IS really a back - puñalada weasel", mangled translation of one of the lines in Achenar's journal (the one that's impossible to find)-

I had somewhat of a dream last night. It had to do with high school, which, bizarrely, was mapped onto my house layout (this happens a lot in my dreams). The strange thing was, it was supposedly a second-floor space, but it was geographically (if I can even refer to it as such...) matched to the bottom floor of my house.

If you should ever chance to travel to the Great Domesticated Desert of Doom^TM, I would advise a trip at the end of winter. The obvious reason for this is because the temperatures would be unbearably hot for non GDDoD dwellers otherwise, but the not-so-obvious reason is: Cuties. That's the trade name for small, delectable little bundles of citrusy joy that go pop in your mouth, are easy to peel, have few or no seeds, and are perfectly tart, sweet and juicy. Did I mention they taste really good? And this is coming from someone who used to enjoy oranges, but now cannot stand them because they taste pithy and bland in comparison. And by the by, please do not even think about Florida citrus. Trust me, I have tried it, and even throwing aside my loyalty to my state, their famed oranges are not remotely worthy of the title. If the GDDoD decided to export all the superior fruit it currently keeps for itself, Florida would be out of business, rapidly.

Not to say that I dislike the current status quo, of course. I'll keep the good fruit, thank you very much.

Anyway, these "cuties" come in great, flat cardboard crates (takes only a couple weeks to go through the whole crate), and have little stickers on them that say "e-z peel" or (groaningly) "kiss a cutie". Now, their name may make a good marketing ploy, but it can be annoying when you're trying to eat them -- which in late winter, is several times a day. See, the problem is, it feels slightly odd to say: "I think I will seize a cutie now", or "let me pop a cutie in my mouth", so instead, we poor, oppressed GDDoDers have to resort to terms such as "clementine" -- quickly abandoned due to length -- or even "fruit", which is strangely vague.

This is, no doubt, what originated the custom of hostesses placing a bowl of fruit out in the open, where guests can assess the options, and select their choice without mishap.

Reality check. And no, I'm not on the payroll of the Governator, in case you were wondering. Or Sun Pacific.