Recently paid a visit to the eye doctor. He's better than the nose doctor, at least for eye things, not so much for nose things, and the nose doctor has better toys in his waiting room, which there is competition for. Like last week when I was on site for a routine nose tuneup and re-straightening. (I get mine bent out of shape a lot.) I had to punch out a couple of kids who just would not give up the sock puppets. Then they started crying to Mommy, and I had to punch her out too. It was a long week full of many difficulties — makes me glad to be back in my nice, quiet cell again.
Rubber bands — what miracles of industry. Or, are they actually alive? I noticed one eyeing me yesterday but pretending not to. (This is not as big a stretch as you probably think.)
Resurrection Toast: If Mom's Everlasting Raisin Pie returns from the dead, try spreading it on toast and feeding it to the neighbor kid. They'll never miss him. (Or her, or it, or whatever.)
I bet the people who do show up at my high school reunion will find some reason not to even notice that I'm not giving even a one-sided fart about it (though in my own lonely way).
I don't know why I'm still lonely. I mean, banishment, exile, and all, but there must be a genuine reason somewhere here, right?
Meatballs live short, lonely lives that always end badly but taste good.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
