The Magic Show Has Been Cancelled
It's so nice to be able to sit out in the sunshine and steal internet from the businesses down the street. I'm in my car, it's almost 10 PM, and I'm listening to a Neil Young genre show on the local student radio station. I want to call in and request "Freebird," but no one else but me would think that that would be very funny.
I broke a vacuum cleaner today. My house is apparently that disgusting, to break a vacuum cleaner.
I got the picture-clock above when my great-grandmother died. My middle name was her last name; the last time the Hunters will have anyone to pass their name down to on my mother's side, I suppose. Such is the curse of only having three children born unto that small section of the family, all girls. My great-grandmother started to become senile near the end; she didn't recognize her own children, sometimes, and she was prone to just sitting in her chair all day watching television and eating cookies. Her name was Vera, and in her china collection, perched way on the back of the shelf behind everything else, was a salt and pepper shaker in the form of a naked woman lying down. The shakers were her boobs; they were removable from the rest of the naked body. I think the porcelain lady was blonde, and her nipples were an alarming and toxic shade of see-through red.
The clock on the picture above does not work. I'm not sure when the last time it actually worked was.
I'm tempted to fill out a basketball bracket, but I would probably just pick Gonzaga to win again simply because I like that name.