Morris and the Mouse

It was the strangest thing I'd seen in a while... innocently walking with M through the fake streets of the newly face-lifted Silver Spring, and chanced upon a surly gang of Morris Dancers.

Meanwhile: We're preparing for an extended weekend in Disneyland. This will be a strange cultureshock, considering I'm in my late 30s, tend to be intensely quiet, and have never been to Disney-Anything before. Oddly, I'm looking forward to it: it's our Great American Vatican. It will likely be a joyful and surreal bloodbath of the Mind, and will have camera and notebook handy to record the devastation.

Bring it on, damned mouse, bring it on!