If I had a Hammer....

Much as I dangle my line, not even a tadpole seems to have interest. Unemployment Department is making me write nothing short of essays to remind myself how unwanted I am, which is much appreciated. I so love salt on an open wound.

As promised here is the precursor to the .... laughing.....

puppy, on the day of my garage sale.

I know it looks a bit puny. How much can I fit onto 3 tables? Mr. Morgan got off his ass and began to bring things out, making note that my ware offerings were less than enough to make a car stop. I was even waving at cars who drove by to try and lure them. Click to enlarge ... everything is .. sigh still here like a sad case of herpes that can be hidden but eventually has to go.

Gratuitous Metro cameo. We know how the rest went.

Laugh now .... I'm going to laugh too, very soon my little brown button.

And here is me in my stupid glasses that don't work for fuck. Not the best photo, or hair. I need to go back and send the glasses for inspection, when on my eyes do not coordinate whatsoever and I think that if caught at the right moment, one eye is looking somewhere that the other is not.

I want to extend a thank you to Charter Communications, not for their service but for the luck I've gotten lately in having to call and getting someone who speaks my language. Mr. Morgan, recall in the past went on Defcon - Million! last time he phoned because it was routed to India. This is a normally reasonable man. My last two calls, while I shouldn't have to call so often for repair, have been great. Lees has a 10 year german shepherd, and John was just waiting to go home, he lives in West Virginia with a girlfriend he doesn't really like anymore. Both were very nice over this last week and I fear my boredom has gone to chatting up anyone who will engage me. I kinda got the impression that they felt the same.

-DM