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After the [Friends Only] Entry of Nagasaki Proportions the other day, we now return you to our regularly scheduled progamming of inanity, obsessive self-interested introspection, ill-informed political rants, and random esoterica.

Thank You For Your Support.

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If you have someone in your life who does home improvement tasks for you, give them the mad sexorz. Well, if you have that kind of relationship with them, of course. At the very least, fabulous cash prizes and/or home-cooked meals should be a regular reward for such folk, because let me tell you, building these shelves was in no way near the pain in the ass it was to mount the bastards.

Herein is the visual representation of today's current Adventures in Shelving:





And yes, I know they look like a blind Boyscout's failed merit badge project.

And yes, I am more than a little proud of them anyway.

[EDIT: I wonder if my lovely lesbian landladies are going to knock me crosswise into a wall when they realize that I had to drill 5/16" holes in the walls and put in hollow wall anchors to put these things up. Goodbye, damage deposit, we knew thee well...]

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I'm hoping this is nothing more than a really fucked up scare tactic on the part of the news media - or that N's mom heard this wrong even though she said she heard in on the news about six times today -

But she told me to fill up my gas tank tonight, because gas prices are going to go up by a full dollar as of tomorrow.

This may be total hooey, but I filled up my tank tonight.

And I will be riding my bike as much as humanly possible from here on out.

CRIMINY.

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And in other news, even with three weeks off from school, I didn't get near what I wanted to accomplish finished before school starts tomorrow.

But, I bought long-tailed rabbit fur mousie toys for the boys, so even though the house is a wreck, I get to watch two totally spastic cats fling small, multicolored balls of nip-laced fur around the house like they're running a military obstacle course.

Good times, good times.