Archive for the ‘plea for help’ Category

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Election

August 21, 2010

Oh lawdy, I can’t bear to watch. Oh please, oh please, oh please…

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Too much stuff

July 12, 2010

This post will take a while to type. One-handed. The dog is curled up on my left hand. It is impossibly cute.

So, I have too much stuff. I’ve been piling up stuff with a vague “I’ll sell it on eBay” notion, but I never do, because listing things is only slightly sbove pulling the grotesque wad of scummy hair out of the shower drain on my list of Things To Do. It’s ever so tedious.

‘Twould be nice to just have it all vapourise and have the real estate occupied by hoarding returned to living. In the absence of an ACME disintegrating pistol (“brother, when it disintegrates, it really disintegrates”*) the next best thing is to give stuff to people who can use it.

So if you are an acquaintence of mine, be warned – you may have stuff thrust upon you. You are welcome to decline. But you are also very, very welcome to grab everything and run. It has already begun… I gave away an awesome but ill-fitting blue 70s leather jacket yesterday and it felt real nice. But completely bewildered the recipient. Anyone want to submit a shopping list?

*nice Scottish ducky-yellow mohair shawl from the Hoarding Pile to anyone who knows from whence this classic quote was plucked.

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Sartorial advice sought

May 13, 2010

Folks. It’s not their fault. They had to do it. Sometimes a confluence of real estate pinch and employment demands mean that dyed-in-the-wool northsiders have to move south of the river.

Doesn’t mean you can’t give ’em hell for it.

So they’re having a housewarming and the theme is southside.  I don’t have a thing to wear. The last time I checked, Chapel Street was about popped collars on pink polos. That was about 23,532 fashion cycles ago. So the question is, WHAT are southsiders wearing these days? Can you tell me, so I don’t have to go on a field trip to discover for myself?