Friday, October 31, 2008


Scary video for Halloween!

Here's the scary part: What are these people going to do when, if Obama wins, abortions go DOWN, man-woman marriage SURVIVES, Christian churches CONTINUE as they were.

Because abortions WILL go down when desperate women have more viable options, man-woman marriage WILL survive because gay marriage is NO THREAT to anyone, and right-wing fundamentalist-evangelical churches, THANK GOD, are not the only Christian voices in this country.

'Cause once people realize that fundamentalist leaders have duped them, sucker-punched them, and milked their sheep out of so much money, worry and angst, some of 'em are going to be pissed off. And those are who I worry about.



And you're going as what?

Today: Great old horror flicks on TCM.

Tonight: Major candying of neighborhood ghouls, goblins and monsters!

No party. Last time I went to a Halloween party was '96 or '97. The party theme was "Song Titles."

I wore overalls, a shirt and tie, a straw hat, and shined-up work boots, and carried a flyer for a cattle auction in Muskogee.

I was "Okie from Muskogee," by Haggard, of course.

Dr. ER took an arm off of a doll and put it in a front jeans pocket, sticking out where you could see it.

Surely, y'all can guess her song title and artist!

Yourselves? Plans, and costume-party stories, please.


Thursday, October 30, 2008


'Satan-Biden 2008' Hoo boy!

After a week off from TV election "news" and commentary, and avoiding (mostly) the right-wing freakazoid lunatic fringe, I jumped back after watching Sen. Obama's 30 minutes last night.

They're losin' it over there -- losin' whatever frail grasp they ever had on reality.

Neil spreads plain old manure, "in Jesus's name," of course. (Be sure to click on "Spiked! Stories the media is sitting on until after the election."

EL promotes "Satan-Biden 2008." This is Blowhardery cubed.

EL incites violence against Sen. Obama by repeatedly calling him a "murderer" -- and I hope the Secret Service is monitoring him. And I'm not kidding. If it's not criminal to say stuff like that, and keep saying it, then it should be -- because in the current climate, it definitely is shouting fire in a theater, and EL should be ashamed.

Mark's place is a veritable salad bar of inanity, more so than usual. Several recent posts. I'm tellin' they're gettin' plumb hysterical.


Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Senator Obama's 30 minutes

What did you think?

What did you feel?



OklaBAMA: Where Change Comes Sweeping Down the Plains

Vote for Andrew Rice for U.S. Senate.

Jim Roth for Corporation Commissioner!

Oklahoma Democratic Congressional Candidates!


Yep, my yellow dog is snarly and howlin' today.



'The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.' -- C.S. Lewis

Just when I start to think I've finally found a C.S. Lewis book that did nothing for me, there, in the last chapter of The Four Loves, I stumble across this, which I've been pondering since Sunday:

There is one method of dissuading us from inordinate love of a fellow-creature which I find myself forced to reject at the very outset. I do so with trembling, for it met me in the pages of a great saint and a great thinker to whom my own glad debts are incalculable.

In words which can still bring tears to my eyes, St. Augustine describes the desolation in which the death of his friend Nebridius plunged him (
Confession IV, 10
). Then he draws a moral. This is what comes, he says, of giving one's heart to anything but God. All human beings pass away. Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose. If love is to be a blessing, not a misery, it must be for the only Beloved who will never pass away.

Or course, this is excellent sense. Don't put your goods in a leaky vessel. Don't spend too much on a house you may be turned out of. And there is no man alive who responds more naturally than I do to such canny maxims. I am a safety-first creature. Of all arguments against love none makes so strong an appeal to my nature as "Careful! This might lead you to suffering."

To my nature, my temperment, yes. Not to my conscience. When I respond to that appeal I seem to myself to be a thousand miles away from Christ. If I am sure of anything I am sure that His teaching was never meant to confirm my congenital preference for safe investments and limited liabilities. I doubt whether there is anything in me that pleases Him less. And who could conceivably begin to love God on such a prudential ground -- because the security (so to speak) is better? Who could even include it among the grounds for loving? Would you choose a wife or a Friend -- if it comes to that, would you choose a dog -- in this spirit? One must be outside the world of love, of all loves, before one thus calculates. Eros, lawless Eros, preferring the Beloved to happiness, is more like Love himself than this.

I think that this passage in the
Confessions is less a part of Augustine's Christendom than a hangover from the high-minded Pagan philosophies in which he grew up. It is closer to Stoic "apathy" or neo-Platonic mysticism than to charity. We follow one who wept over Jerusalem and at the grave of Lazarus, and, loving all, yet had one disciple whom, in a special sense, he "loved." St. Paul has a higher authority with us than Augustine -- St. Paul who shows no sign that he would not have suffered like a man, and no feeling that he ought not so to have suffered, if Epaphroditus had died (Phil. II, 27).

Even if it were granted that insurances against heartbreak were our highest wisdom, does God Himself offer them? Apparantly not. Christ comes at last to say "Why hast thou forsaken me?"

There is no escape along the lines St. Augustine suggests. Nor along any other lines. There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, inpenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

--C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves (New York: Harvest Books, 1988; reprint, 1960).

Wow. Discuss, if you like, these ideas.


Tuesday, October 28, 2008


Three-Point Hitch would be a great band name

This is just great. (Ya might zoom it up to :30).


Monday, October 27, 2008


Meet me at Facebook!

Yes, I've been cheatin' on y'all, my blog pals! Yes, I've gotten sucked into the Facebook phenom. Yes, it's fun. I can't believe how many peeps, long lost to me, I've reaquainted with just since Saturday.

No, I'm not anonymous over there, and no rantin' and ravin'. No ER mentions over there -- so I can keep bloggin' and be forthright with my rantin' and ravin' here -- a right I surrender in the public sphere 'cause I am a workin'-press type.

So, if you know me in the RW, come find me me at Facebook. Just don't mention *this* place, or "Erudite Redneck," or "ER" or the like, at *that* place, 'k? Muchas gracias.

And if you don't know me in the RW, I ain't gonna quit this place. It's kept me sane lo, these four long years.



Snapshot, right now: Ahhh

The Official George W. Bush
"Days Left In Office"

16 Hrs 14 Min 55.6 Sec


Sunday, October 26, 2008


Somebody tell me again how bombing foreign lands and demonizing fellow countrymen is the Christian thing to do ...

Leviticus 19: 18.

Deuteronomy 6: 5.

Matthew 22: 34-40.

I John 4: 20.

PRAYER OF CONFESSION today at church:

Lord of Life, we are commanded to love our neighbors as ourselves. Sometimes we try to parse this wisdom by acting confused as to the identity of the neighbor. Sometimes we make exemptions for our enemies, foreign or domestic. Sometimes we assume that we can love others through violence. Help us, we pray, at this critical time, to take seriously the notion that love of God and neighbor is the totality of the law. Then help us -- we need it. In the name of Jesus of Nazareth, our Teacher and Lord, we pray, Amen.

And, Amen.


Saturday, October 25, 2008


Squeaky, the Texas cowpig -- and GO POKES!

The video below is a hoot! Reminds me that I love Texas!

But today, the university of texas shorthorns, ranked no. 1, whatev, blah, blah, are gonna deal with the Cowboys of Oklahoma State.

Colt, meet Zac.


And watch this great story!


Friday, October 24, 2008


Slacking on

Sissy britches found. (Khakis for work, as opposed to manly jeans.)

ER household's post-carpet normalcy, still on horizon, nonetheless in reach. Can do work in the workplace again now.

Can't tell you how discombobulatin' it is to not know where yer dang pants are -- a situation I hadn't previously been in in YEARS. ;-)


Thursday, October 23, 2008


Haunted White House

So, last night Dr. ER and I watched a great old classic horror flick, "House on Haunted Hill" -- complete with an acid pit! skeletons! hangings! monsters! and Vincent Price himself!

The house was supposed to have been haunted by people who had been murdered there.

It got me to thinkin' about what kinds of ghosts the White House might really have. Here are some ideas.

Weeping Jackson -- an eternity of grief for Andrew Jackson, who executed the Trails of Tears.

Johnson's Inner Demons.

Carter's Malaise -- A "Dementors"-type monster (a la "Harry Potter") that sucks the hope out of all who come near.

Nixon's China -- A godless omnivore in coat and tails, a creature that pretends to be civilized but really is a dangerous monster. Since we mighta been better off just leaving China backward and closed off to the rest of the world.

Y'all go. How might the White House really be haunted?


Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Eames and Ice-T's Excellent Adventure

This is how Eames and Ice-T helped los installios de los carpet -- by bein' with Dr. ER holed up in a hotel in west OKC for the two-day duration of los installios!

"The Day the Cat Stood Still" -- Ice-T channels aliens.

"My daddy and That Lady sure love us, not to be cat people," Ice-T says from his hotel hidey hole.

"So, I'm on the bathroom sink -- what's the big deal?" Eames wonders seconds before Dr. ER scolds her outta there. I swear, that girlcat should be wearin' Daisy Duke shorts and a short-cut T-shirt with a pack of Marlboro reds rolled up in a sleeve. She is B.A.D. bad.

Cable Mews.

"I'm so glad That Lady brought this 'little blanky' (it's a dish towel!) from home!" Ice-T says.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008


McCain: an Unstable Man for Unstable Times

F-bomb -- and more! -- warning!

An annotated rant (scroll over the underlined words for the notes, click for source.)

We're slow, but after two shady elections we've figured out that in order to win this thing we have to get more votes than you fuckers can steal.


Monday, October 20, 2008


McCain has one in the wood pile

No wonder he finds it so hard to look The Man in the eye.



'Palin as president'

Might be scarce the next day or three, so here's somethin' to keep y'all occupied, courtesy of my Bird. :-)

Palin as president -- click and scroll for various and sundry hoots.


Sunday, October 19, 2008


The Lone Ranger, avatar of Christ?

So, I skipped church today to save 30 miles of driving and a couple of hours, to do more packing and boxing and moving to make room for the carpet people in the morning, and to finish "The Book of Bebb," by Frederick Buechner, figuring I'd get the equivalent amount of meditation and inspiration -- which I did.

Babe, the only recently discovered twin brother of the deceased evangelist, Bebb, is speaking to Antonio, Bebb's son-in-law, who, with Babe's mystical assistance, has just seen a vision involving the Lone Ranger:

"It's the way of that man when he comes riding into the world on his silver horse with justice on one hip and mercy on the other. Antonio, he comes like a thief in the night, like a bridgegroom to the bride he's got waiting for him with flowers in her hair. You should see how they turn pale when he comes, some of them. The cheaters of widows and orphans, for one, and the lawyers they pay to make it legal. The flag-waving politicians with their hand in the till. The folks that run the sex movies and the smut stores that poison the air of the world like a open sewer. The whole miserable pack of them. He doesn't do a thing in the world to hurt them because just standing there seeing him go by is hurtful enough, all that glory galloping by they missed by being spiteful and mean. Their hearts just break against the sight of him the way waves break against a rock.

"But it's the others that's the real sight to see, the ones that aren't any better than they ought to be but not all that much worse either. That means all of us pretty near. He comes riding up so fast on them there's no time to put on their Sunday suit and go wait for him in the front parlor with the Scriptures lying open on the table. The midwest farmgirl that runs away from home and don't have any other way to make ends meet, she's sitting all painted up on a bar stool trying to look like she knows the difference between a martini cocktail and a root beer float. The middle age drummer that hasn't made a sale all day is stretched out on his bed in a cheap motel staring at the ceiling with the TV on. The big-time executive is bawling out his secretary for coming back from her dinner ten minutes late, and the old waitress with varicose veins is taking the weight off her feet a few minutes in the help's toilet. Of that day and hour knoweth no man, Antonio. ... Therefore be ye also ready, for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of Man cometh."

As the man said, that means all of us, pret' near.

"Poor everybody," is how Sharon, Bebb's adopted-no-wait-natural daughter, Antonio's wife, put it.


Saturday, October 18, 2008


Homebound at Homecoming!


Dang it, it's OSU's Homecoming, and I'd sure be there, but Dr. ER and I are doing the final boxing up and moving around to make ready for the carpet installers, who are finally coming Monday and Tuesday.

Oh, and:




Not one single, solitary, lonesome chicken

Not before it's hatched! Bigger "leads" have been blown. I'll believe Sen. Barack Obama is elected when I see it, and the dust settles.


Friday, October 17, 2008


Let me just say: Om

Woke up with "Across the Universe" playing in my head.

It's not my favorite Beatles song. That's "Come Together," for the simple reason that it's my earliest Beatle memory: my big brudder playing it to rattle the windows when it was first out and I was, like, 5 or 6 or 7.

My favorite Beatles album is probably "Let It Be," from which "Across the Universe" comes.

Or maybe the White Album, which said brudder won for me in a first-caller contest on a radio station back in the day.

Or maybe "Sergeant Pepper." No, no, "Revolver." No, "Rubber Soul." ... "Help!" ...

Sigh. I love 'em all.

What's YOUR favorite Beatles song and album? Why?

Can't find a good video for "Across the Universe," but this one is interesting:



Thursday, October 16, 2008


'The Fourth Turning'

DrLoboJo keeps mentioning it, so ...

"The Fourth Turning"

Wikipedia on the "Turnings"

Wikipedia article on the authors and their works

Sounds about right to me.


Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Would somebody just pull the sheet over McCain's campaign and put the tag on its toe? Please? For all of our sakes?




Flyin' the Redneck Democrat Freak Flag!

Dr. ER's sign, technically, and on her part of the yard, technically, since ER has traded his right to publicly endorse or donate to partisan causes and contentious public issues for the privilege of bein' a member of the workin' press. Somebody come tell Dr. ER what to do. And come ready to draw back a nub.

Rednecks 4 Obama!



Rhetoric worth repeating again

Italics are still mine.

(Hat tip to Doc, for dustin' this off just in time for the third and -- thanks be -- final debate betwixt Sen. Past and Sen. Future.)


Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Multiple-platform journalist in the wild

Phone. Still camera. Video camera. Notebook. Pen. (Urinal and toilets not an intentional part of the multimedia look).

Old dog dons new platforms.


Monday, October 13, 2008


'God ... guard your own reputation ...'

Too bad, so sad. McPain has nothing but loonies left supporting him.

Oh, and no, the Rev. Arnold Conrad didn't "go too far." Let your prayers rip, brother.

The more of McPain's remnant of supporters, and the McPains themselves, get on TV, the better.



A slaw man argument!

Cabbage, mayo, mustard, black pepper, celery salt, Lawry's, vinegar. Good stuff. Fixed it yesterday, which means it'll be better today.

A Mama ER (sniff) specialty.


Sunday, October 12, 2008


My eyes are dry

PRAYER OF CONFESSION today at church:

Lord of Life, we come together at a time of uncertainty and confusion, not knowing what the future holds, or how to help one another. The church is often devoid of compassion and practicality, because we talk the talk but don't walk the walk. Teach us, in the parables of Jesus, what it means to be a disciple, and lead us by the hand so that we will join hands to build the kingdom. In the name of Jesus our teacher and Lord we pray, Amen.

Oil and wine, please.


Saturday, October 11, 2008


OSU sails! ou fails!

Oklahoma State stuns No. 3 Missouri!

No. 5 Longhorns upset No. 1 sooners!

O, happy day.



Why God gave us fall Saturdays




OU SUCKS! (Really, off field).

That is all.



Buckley for Obama



Friday, October 10, 2008


'As long as it's not Thunder Thighs!'

You know, it turns out ... I might could get into OKC's brand-new NBA team ... :-)



'Kneeling beneath that Cross ...'



Elvis says 'hey'

So, last night I dreamed ...

I was somewhere sitting on a couch. Elvis was sitting next to me -- the late-'60s, pre-Vegas Elvis. He was shirtless. I had my right hand on his left shoulder, patting it, as he leaned forward stretching, and I said, "I wish I'd known you better. I haven't even heard all of your songs."

That's it.


My reading from Frederick Buechner today:

IF GOD SPEAKS anywhere, it is into our personal lives that he speaks. Someone we love dies, say. Some unforeseen act of kindness or cruelty touches the heart or makes the blood run cold. We fail a friend, or a friend fails us, and we are appalled at the capacity we all of us have for estranging the very people in our lives we need the most. Or maybe nothing extraordinary happens at all—just one day following another, helter-skelter, in the manner of days. We sleep and dream. We wake. We work. We remember and forget. We have fun and are depressed. And into the thick of it, or out of the thick of it, at moments of even the most humdrum of our days, God speaks. But what do I mean by saying that God speaks?

He speaks not just through the sounds we hear, of course, but through events in all their complexity and variety, through the harmonies and disharmonies and counterpoint of all that happens. As to the meaning of what he says, there are times that we are apt to think we know. Adolf Hitler dies a suicide in his bunker with the Third Reich going up in flames all around him, and what God is saying about the wages of sin seems clear enough. Or Albert Schweitzer renounces fame as a theologian and musician for a medical mission in Africa, where he ends up even more famous still as one of the great near-saints of Protestantism; and again we are tempted to see God's meaning as clarity itself. But what is God saying through a good man's suicide? What about the danger of the proclaimed saint's becoming a kind of religious prima donna as proud of his own humility as a peacock of its tail? What about sin itself as a means of grace? What about grace, when misappropriated and misunderstood, becoming an occasion for sin? To try to express in even the most insightful and theologically sophisticated terms the meaning of what God speaks through the events of our lives is as precarious a business as to try to express the meaning of the sound of rain on the roof or the spectacle of the setting sun. But I choose to believe that he speaks nonetheless, and the reason that his words are impossible to capture in human language is of course that they are ultimately always incarnate words. They are words fleshed out in the everydayness no less than in the crises of our own experience.


And I thought of Elvis in my dream, and I laughed and wished it had been Jesus sitting there beside me, shirtless or not, on that dreamed-up couch. And then, I thought, maybe it was.

And then I thought: I wish I knew Him better. I know I haven't heard all of His songs.


Thursday, October 09, 2008


Speaking in tongues is just a hint

People with weird-ass Pentecostal beliefs have been at the margins of my life -- and smack-dadgum-dab in the middle of it when I was a Southern Gospel radio guy as a lad -- and OK, well, they're nuts.

I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt and all, because, it is a free country, more or less, and God is de Judge, not me or any other human bean. But the White House is the last place I want any of them to be.

Sarah Palin and her most fervent supporters are dangerous.

This isn't about "beliefs." It's about the kinds of actions they imagine themselves taking in the name of God, and for God -- and imagination, especially when inspired by the search for power, especially the "wonder-working power of the Blood," if sought for selfish reasons, is not to be laughed off.

Thanks to Teresa at Anomalous Data for getting this stuff in front of me. Read all about these wackos, and be afraid, be very, very afraid.

The REAL 'Palin Derangement Syndrome'

The 'Third Wave of the Holy Spirit'

Catholic League Of One, Palin supporter, supports witch hunter

Makes me want to put a Christian flag sticker on my car -- UPSIDE DOWN.

With Europe losing its faith and the United States worshiping itself, the fastest growth in Christianity is in Africa -- and it's fundamentalist, mostly Pentecostal, and ignorant and fearful.

That worries me as much, if not more, than a Palin vice presidency and presidency.


Wednesday, October 08, 2008


'Oldest Bible' to be digitized

Cool, from the BBC, but the story is over wrought and the headline is stupid: "The Rival to the Bible."

Two "new" books to the Bible. Very cool.

Read about the Shepherd of Hermas.

Read about the Epistle of Barnabas.

(Hat tip to Jonathan.)

And on a lighter note, read about a Lebanese-Israeli Huff over Hummus.



OK, OK, I can't help it ...



Tuesday, October 07, 2008


La la la la -- can't make me watch -- la la la

Can't stand any more right now. Dr. ER is in there with the debate on. I do not want to be driven to take violence out on idiots with McPain yard signs and stickers on their cars.

And I'm that close. So, I'll sit this one out.


Monday, October 06, 2008


The End is Here: Read (books) all about it!

Forget the news.

To get a handle on what's happening in the global financial meltdown -- it spread across Europe over the weekend, and most Murkans didn't notice and won't get it -- read the following books by John Kenneth Galbraith:

"The Great Crash, 1929"

"A Short History of Financial Euphoria"

"The Economics of Innocent Fraud: Truth for Our Time"

And, the current crises aside, if you can find it, Galbraith's "Economics in Perspective: A Critical History" (NYT review, from 1987), has the ER Seal of Approval.

Now, let's just hold on tight.


Sunday, October 05, 2008


'God's judgment is Grace,' or, Want fries with that?

To the horror, I'm sure, of some people -- some who deem me an apostate, and some who deem the Lord's Supper something to protect, or "fence," from the undesirable (as if any of us were desirable), because a friend of mine who is a deacon had to miss church today, he asked me to sub for him, and poor, pitiful, me, just as I am, had the privilege this morning of assisting with the serving of the wine and bread at church -- and the Holy Gathering Up of the Empty Shot Glasses afterward.

And there's the solution to my picture puzzle.

Didn't spill a drop. Didn't drop any bread.

Very cool -- and another sign that they'll let ANYONE in my church to serve. As it should be.


Lord of Life, we try so hard to save ourselves, when you told us that nothing more is required of us than to serve others. We worry abut money, about retirement, about our "net worth," but none of it seems to matter to You. On every deathbed the request is the same: not for more money, but for more time. No one will care how much we had, or how much we spent, or how much we left to our children. All that will matter is whether we served others. In Christ's name we pray, Amen.

And since somebody elswhere has quoted this without attribution, I'll repeat it here fully attributed to Mayflower Congregational UCC Church, Oklahoma City:

"(We) invite you to experience Christianity as a way of life, not a set of creeds and doctrines demanding total agreement. We invite you to join us as we seek to recover the meaning of the gospel for our time, looking to scripture, faith, and reason -- interpreted by love. At Mayflower we believe that what Jesus teaches us about God is more important than what the church has taught us about Jesus. We believe in the liberty of of conscience, the responsibility of every believer to work out his or her own salvation, and the obligation of faithful men and women to become partners with God in building the kingdom. We take the Bible seriously, not literally, and believe that in our time the church must recover, above all, its radical hospitality -- welcoming all persons into her midst, without regard to race, age, gender, sexual orientation, or physical abilities.




Picture puzzle!


Saturday, October 04, 2008


A do-nothing Saturday

Dr. ER and I actually "went out" to sup last night, late, (Johnny Carino's), then slept in -- me all the way to 8 a.m., her considerably later.

And today, we're doin' nothin' but eatin' leftovers and whatever we can scrounge out of the U-Haul boxes and suitcase full of groceries in the living room (the pantry is still out of commission), and watchin' bad football and bad movies on the Sci-Fi Channel ("The Black Hole" and later "New York Tornados" or something like that.)

Back in the saddle tomorra.

Y'alls' selves?


Friday, October 03, 2008


On Palin: 'She killed. It was her evening. She was the star.' -- Famous Person




Defined by a cookie!

You Are a Black and White Cookie

You're often conflicted in life, and you feel pulled in two opposite directions.

When you're good, you're sweet as sugar. And when you're bad, you're wicked!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?



Bacon-wrapped hamburger steak, grilled onions, mashed taters, brown gravy, brown beans, fried squash, three 'ghost' peeps, coffee

Thus, for lunch, properly termed "dinner," did I enter the regular Friday suspension of my Monday-Thursday rabbit food diet. Yum.

On "folksy" -- Dr. ER and I are both fixin' to throw plumb up if people don't quit judging Sarah Palin's abilities by her dadgum "folksiness."

Hell, Dubya's alleged folksiness -- which is really just laziness -- is what duped lots of people (including me) to give him the benefit of the doubt. To hell with the way people enunciate, or don't, being any kind of measure for ANYTHING!


Thursday, October 02, 2008


Bibliophilia exposed

Whew -- 28 boxes of books packed, about four more to go.

Got to haul them all out so new carpet can be installed.

Yes, the Aug. 23 hot water pipe burst continues to wreck the ER household!

Carpet gets installed next Tuesday and Wednesday.

But first, I'm gonna have my office repainted while it's empty.

Do I need some new stickers on my filing cabinet, or what? :-)


Wednesday, October 01, 2008


Poor ol' Bill


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