I make me an ash-hole

Sitting at Bux last night, writing in the weather, found me without muse, and without an ashtray.

I went ahead and solved one of the predicaments using my venti Bux cup, and my leatherman tool.

The moral: sometimes you have to 'cut' the crap to make it work.

cheap date

apparently certain bargain stores that advertise in the papers have discovered a new, more effective way of driving in business.
the buck-a-pop gods have decided that they can effectively market their merchandise by clustering their products' pictures in story format to sell to those lacking imagination, who, incidentally, have $3-$4 (plus applicable taxes) to spare.

who places two condoms ads side-by-side over oysters and a pregnancy test?!

a store that knows a good time doesn't have to break the bank, that's who.

and, oh the joy: i can still pick up that handy ratchet-screwdriver set, a four-pack of electrical tape, a jar of preserves, and a shasta pineapple 3-liter, while getting change back from my hamilton.

recession or not, i've never felt so alive.

hope your monday was shower-material.

tuesday is yours to own.