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Dec. 1st, 2005 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickWe're in the middle of deer season right now. The deer are all stirred up in the woods and more of them get hit on the road this time of year. As I was driving into work today, there was a deer lying on the road, curled up in the Bambi's Mother pose, with the front legs bent underneath the chest and the head and neck up and reasonably alert. It wasn't dead yet, but since it was in the middle of the left-hand lane on westbound Route 30 (Lincoln Highway), I didn't figure it long survived my passing.
At work, Bill jumpered the electric for #5 so that there could be radio for painting. Radio only comes in one flavor for Bill and that's WSKE, the local country station. I don't think WSKE has been borged yet -- it's a teeny market and I don't think anyone wants to acquire it. One of the things that WSKE has is the trading post, where people call in to sell and buy stuff. It's free and takes a half an hour, from 10:30 to 11:00 AM on weekday mornings. There are a lot of Free for giveaway, calico kittens or I have a fold-out sofabed with no cushions, asking ten dollars ads. (Sometimes there are pretty decent deals. I got a PS/2 --works, with all cables, two wireless controllers, one wired controller, and a memory card, for eighty bucks the other day. Bought it from a local heroin addict.) Today on the trading post, in order, were the following items: For Sale: Nine millimeter pistol, serious inquiries only, asking two hundred and fifteen dollars. Free to a good home: Bluetick coonhound, housebroke. 1989 Ford F-150 pickup, manual transmission, 4WD, runs good, inspected until 2007. And I thought to myself: You might be a redneck if... Because there is radio at work, I am far more country-music literate than I generally admit to being. Current fav: Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off.
Later in the day, Ardell came into the office to pay his rent. He took that opportunity to inform M. that Melva (in the same building) had acquired a one-legged wild mallard duck from the local park and was keeping it in her apartment. M, of course, called me to ask me to check on whether or not Melva had a one-legged duck in her apartment. Melva wasn't home but her door was cracked open. I peeked inside. I did not see a duck. However, Melva is not much of a housekeeper (though she's not the worst we have -- that'd be Tom and Lauren) so I could have overlooked a fucking giraffe in the apartment. I will try again tomorrow to see about the duck situation.
At work, Bill jumpered the electric for #5 so that there could be radio for painting. Radio only comes in one flavor for Bill and that's WSKE, the local country station. I don't think WSKE has been borged yet -- it's a teeny market and I don't think anyone wants to acquire it. One of the things that WSKE has is the trading post, where people call in to sell and buy stuff. It's free and takes a half an hour, from 10:30 to 11:00 AM on weekday mornings. There are a lot of Free for giveaway, calico kittens or I have a fold-out sofabed with no cushions, asking ten dollars ads. (Sometimes there are pretty decent deals. I got a PS/2 --works, with all cables, two wireless controllers, one wired controller, and a memory card, for eighty bucks the other day. Bought it from a local heroin addict.) Today on the trading post, in order, were the following items: For Sale: Nine millimeter pistol, serious inquiries only, asking two hundred and fifteen dollars. Free to a good home: Bluetick coonhound, housebroke. 1989 Ford F-150 pickup, manual transmission, 4WD, runs good, inspected until 2007. And I thought to myself: You might be a redneck if... Because there is radio at work, I am far more country-music literate than I generally admit to being. Current fav: Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off.
Later in the day, Ardell came into the office to pay his rent. He took that opportunity to inform M. that Melva (in the same building) had acquired a one-legged wild mallard duck from the local park and was keeping it in her apartment. M, of course, called me to ask me to check on whether or not Melva had a one-legged duck in her apartment. Melva wasn't home but her door was cracked open. I peeked inside. I did not see a duck. However, Melva is not much of a housekeeper (though she's not the worst we have -- that'd be Tom and Lauren) so I could have overlooked a fucking giraffe in the apartment. I will try again tomorrow to see about the duck situation.
