OK, this just never has happened before. Random acts of kindness happen but rarely does someone who knows me look beyond the me channeling House and see what is really behind the facade: House.
But amazingly in spite of my glaring character flaws Mitchell gave me a Christmas treat that left me speechless. Literally.
See, it arrived at my workplace. I thought it was optical equipment. I didn’t look at the box but grabbed a box-cutter and sliced the box open. I peeled back the wrapping and saw what was inside and said “Huh? This is NOT optics… wah-heyyyy this is nice.”
And then I looked at the sender, back in the box, then the sender, and back to the box.
Sturdy? You could beat a moose or a harp seal to death with it.
Now I need a leather trenchcoat, leather boots, leather shirt, leather pants… and… no, trenchcoat will do. Leather boots would be icing on the cake.
Perhaps I’ll do some special blog-art for the near-term until I can figure out why the electrochem-etch power supply I’m using won’t work. Then I can etch copper and brass as a return gift.
I was looking through old files on my computer.
Years ago, Xatrix/Interplay put out a game called Redeck Rampage, then Redneck Rampage Rides Again, then Suckin’ Grits on 66.
If you ever played it and purchased the Cuss-Pack you knew what the height of entertainment really was.
If someone says “take it down” I’ll un-post this, but for now, here’s one of the “newspapers” that they put inside the shrink-wrapped box.
NEEDED: Wrestling/tractor-pull tickets, any kind, any
bout, as soon as possible — promised the missus to take
her ‘somewhere special’ for anniversary. 555-1973.
My neighbor down the road keeps borrowing stuff and not giving it back. Now he’s got my secondbest shotgun and he says he’s going to return it next week but that’s what he said about the canopener and I never saw that again. When I told
him this, he got rude and forced me off of his property. I’m so mad I’m thinkin about “accidentally” driving over his mailbox — maybe his porch, too. Should I?
Dear J. Wilson
Sure, why not? Just hope that he can’t read this column.