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Gentle Readers, Vic is not on vacation, alas, nor on Hiatus, would that it were. I have spent the weekend writing relentlessly upbeat articles for the Winter issue of the Quarterly, and will not inflict them on you. It is hell being Jimmy Olsen Cub Reporter for a minor metropolitan publication. It is Monday and I feel like I have not got started on the weekend. The Colin Powell endorsement should signify that the campaign is over. We ought to just go to the polls and get it over with tomorrow. Glad I voted last week. The other wrinkle that impeded the regular production cycle was the seasonal gathering of nuts and transformer. Squirrels finally succeeded in gnawing through the electric transformer wires to the substation that services Big Pink at 3:17 yesterday afternoon. The resulting arc of raw electricy blew their little pea-brains out the back of their heads. What is it that is so compelling about that last chomp that connects high-voltage to jaw? Blammo! Hearing the explosion, I stopped on my afternoon constitutional with the Heavy Hands and shot the breeze with the line-man who was attempting to replace the unit. Also had to write a reward letter for some old keepsakes that have walked off with one of the twelve or fifteen people who have been in my bedroom. I wish I could say it was for something interesting, but alas it is related to the current plumbing crisis that has huge vertical holes cut in the walls of the master bedroom and den. Bastards. I managed to get to the first pitch on the Rays-Sox game and gave up last night. Glad I did. I am not ready for Rays-Phillies since they have finally succeeded in killing my interest for the Series. Thank God for a resurgent Redskins team. After what Penn State did to my poor toothless Wolverines and the Buckeyes did to the Spartans, I have quit watching college football and may not go back. Vic Copyright 2008 Vic Socotra |