NewscomaGot A Two-Pack Habit And A Motel Tan

Well, of course, you expected this one, right? His feet are a stamp pad and he makes little Bigfoot prints when you walk him around. From Squirrel Queen this past Christmas.

Mabel sitting at the Dinner table. I know, I know.

A Dracula that sort of just showed up in my office (I have no idea where it came from), a Titans ball given to me by Scout and, yes Ceeeelcee, a Jim Edmonds doll that the sports editor for the competition in the area gave to me for my 39th birthday which I’ve had for several years. (Fairweather fan, sheesh.)

A Picture of my mother taken in 1982 in Europe.

And my brain wearing tiny, tiny sunglasses as well as some other stuff and a very old picture of me doing some sort of weird dance at Neyland Stadium.

So someone took bolt cutters to the locks on a couple of our newspaper racks.

Yeah, the one lock we retrieved was so perfectly cut that I almost want to keep it. (I think I will, it’s quite artistic in its destruction.)

These people were not breaking into the racks to get to the fine writing of my staff or myself or see our fine assortment of ads created by Badger. Instead, the police cited they probably were after A.) quick money for drugs or B.) had gone on a change frenzy to do their laundry. (Naah, they didn’t say B.) but it crossed my mind.)

One of the policemen said “They usually hit the coke machines.”

I thought about that and thought they would have probably gotten more cash out of a vending machine than our news racks, but I also thought it must be harder to get to the cash even though they might have walked away with some greenbacks instead of what they got.

They worked pretty hard on busting the couple of racks to get a few quarters. Because that’s what they got, a handful of quarters.

You see, it’s sort of weird, because other newspapers’ boxes were hit as well (actually several different newspapers racks got hit, not just ours) but I’m assuming they still only got, at best, a couple of hundred bucks. There is something inherently sad about someone taking bolt cutters to get a piddly amount of change.

Yeah, We’ll prosecute them if they are caught.  They still stole, you know what I mean.

We live in an odd world.

I so overslept this morning (actually, I got up in the middle of the night, messed around and fell back asleep only to oversleep this a.m.)

Argh, Mondays.

What a way to start the week?

Crap.

So go over to Badger’s place. She’s updated.

And although I know nothing about NASCAR, I have decided that Juan Pablo Montoya is my favorite driver for no other reason that his name is all sexy and fun to say because it just rolls delightfully off the tongue as you say it.

Headed to work.