The stomach flu is making its way through the house. It's gotten the Bug, the Peanut and Neenie. I can only assume I'm next. If for some reason I don't make it, I think it appropriate for my last message to be a bunch of trained monkeys chimps pretending to be a psychedelic band.



By the way, doesn't it seem like they must have somehow bound the Ed Sullivan monkey's chimp's hands in that position? Creepy, I know. On the other hand, he's probably dead by now, so watching the video is like wearing vintage fur -- guilt free.  ¶ 3:36 PM