Just a brief swatch of thought

It is not the most pleasant thing that one can think of, coming home to find that one's faux fur throw has been used as a receptacle for an exodus of multiple hairballs. No, it is not.

It is more difficult to find clock gears and cogs than it is to find clocks, yet the daunting task of disemboweling a clock gives inspiration to go on searching for the gears...

Less than two weeks to go until the next Harry Potter movie! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

When you wear a fedora out and about, people look at you. They don't want you to think they are looking, because they look away quickly as soon as you turn your eyes in their direction. I wonder why. I always smile at people who wear unique headgear, or makeup, or hairstyles... unless they are talking to themselves and shredding tissues while walking through the library. Then, I just smile on the inside.

I live on the south shore of the island. I drove to the north shore of the island to see an item I wanted to purchase for Bear's birthday. The arsewipe who was selling the item couldn't be bothered to tell me that the item was broken, had missing bits, was generally mistreated, and wasn't at all worth my trip. And then he had the ballocks to try and bully me into buying the thing after I politely excused myself and said I'd call him if I was interested! Wanker.

It was sunny today. This is noteworthy since 47 out of the last 50 days have been dismal and rainy. Oh - tonight, after Bear took me out to have some yummy sushi, guess what? We had a thunderstorm, with extra rain! Who'da thunkit?

The answer to the question that's been running around in your mind since you first started reading this post is: MarkAbre Charade. Still don't know what I'm on about? Let your fingers do the walking.