[feel at peace in the middle / at war with otters]

[snurri]

Brave Alan calls our attention to the Palinomicon:

A couple of days ago I received a package from Juneau, Alaska--its ends taped over with duct tape several times over, my address written on a black magic marker, in a tight, clipped scrawl (without my name) and with no return address. The package smelled like bug spray.