Leaving Chatty has caused me to miss out on all of the old "Famous People" sightings... Beecher, Budweiser Man, That Old Drunk Man, etc... Work has allowed me to see Joyce Gail, Chicken George, and Miller, recently. That was kinda neat. It's not very often that you see any "famous people" in the grocery store... I've been in South William's Son for about 2 months now. I've kinda missed my native Chatty. I lived there for 28 years! Well... Fear not! There's a really, really strong chance (like 99.9%, or something) that I will be returning to Chatty very soon, with my Denise! We're trying to buy a house there! We're really excited about it. It'll be sooo good to get away from our landlord! But, it'll be cool just having our own place, too, ya know? So, keep your fingers crossed for us! Cruel Music may be moving its headquarters yet again! Wooo hooo, man!!!

"Every Time I Eat Vegetables It Makes Me Think Of You"

~The Ramones

She was a really good friend

A really good friend to me, yeah

She was a really good friend

A really good friend to me, yeah

But they took her away

Tossed her in the bin

Now she's hanging out

In East Berlin, ow-ooo

She had a very bad affair

With some cat from Hiroshima

She turned into a head of lettuce

She eats Thorazine in her farina

But they took her away

Tossed her in the bin

Now she's hanging outIn East Berlin, ow-ooo

And everytime I eat vegetables

It makes me think of you

And everytime I eat vegetables

I don't know what to do, to do ow-ooo

Retaliation Tactics (Chapter One)

In our first line of defense against the evil landlord, we got a kitten today. He's a cute little thing. About 6 or 7 weeks old. He's kinda sorta afraid, and stuff, but I think he'll be fine in a day or few... He's white with gray stripes, and a little black. And, he has long hair. Looks a bit like Slash, my old cat from back around 1992, for those of you who might remember him. Not many of those people left in the world, I don't think. They've all vanished from the planet, me thinks... Anyway... We're calling him Ozzy, for the moment. It's a work-in-progress. Not entirely decided on that, but it does seem to fit him. We took some pictures of him, so as soon as we get the film developed, we'll post some pix up here for the world to see. Should be in about a week, or so... Yeah... We have no digital camera. We're still living in the good old days, when times were simpler, and not quite as electronicee as they are today... So, yeah, anyway... We have a kitten. TAKE THAT, LANDLORD!!!

Let's Lynch The Landlord!!!

There's rain in the sky of our happy kingdom. Me and my Denise are despising our new home a little more each day... Correction: We LOVE our new home. We just really, really hate our landlord! He has the most ridiculous rules I've ever heard of. I understand the fact that he's trying to protect his investment, or whatever, but, GOOD LORD, we're paying this idiot $350 a month for a friggin' TRAILER! We should have a little bit of freedom, I think. We can't have any pets, and I have to mow the grass every week... We have to, basically, schedule our whole lives around the landlord. To quote my parents, this guy is a real monkey! I signed this lease aggreement whenever we first moved here. I paid a deposit for $350, and, supposedly, have to stay here for 2 years, or else I'll lose that $350 deposit. But, let me tell you, I'd rather lose $350 than to put up with this guy! We've been looking for a new house these last couple weeks. It's getting a little discouraging, and even sickening, when we see some of the prices of houses, but I'm sure we'll find something soon. Why can't all landlords be loveable, and cuddly, like "Mr. Furley," or even "Mr. Roper," from "Three's Company?"