!*$#@! (As They Say in the Comics)
Got a new lawnmower. (The old one died weeks ago.) And the house keys and locks fixed. (Our house-checker couldn't get in cuz the locks were so worn out, so that's why the flooding went unnoticed.) The basement has been "extracted." Now, when the remaining moisture and the sanitizer have evaporated they'll come back to clean the carpet. This is the kind of stuff that makes me want to run off and become the crazy anti-social artist I was perhaps meant to be.



Oh! Not to get political on this blog, but, goddammit!, crazies in the Middle East have got to stop beheading civilians! That's so f*cking medieval, it's disgusting! It just makes me sick. War is, of course, hell, but...beheading goes too far. Why not break out the old mustard gas or Zyklon-B? And I don't think more force is the answer. Nor do I believe we can all be friends. It's all just such a stupid waste.