July 17th, 2005

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"Magic Shell? When the label on the back says to shake well before opening, you really should obey that instruction," said the man at the park bench, "Nothing but eerie strangeness can come from straying."

"You know," I said, "I came up with a brilliant invention while I was having breakfast last Thursday, but I won't market it, because there's no way to describe is except as an 'electric chair' and that's just going to creep people out."

"I find that hard to believe," he said, "You really don't seem like the type to have breakfast on a Thursday."

I blinked a few times, and then his expression grew serious, with an edge of menace.

"You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life," he told me.