Tee Hee! Rufus Was on Vicki...

But it was 2001. So he was probably still slumming it then. Sorry, Vicki. But struth.

Rufus is perfect to listen to on a day this gray with Snowmaggedden 2 on the way.

Well, it actually started now.

I ran like a chocolate lab through the backyard's thigh deep snow to get rid of the trash though they surely won't come tomorrow. I didn't put the cans out. They'd just get snowplowed down the street.

The birds around here might be retarded. I put birdseed out for them on a makeshift platform but they didn't touch it. Maybe it was too close to the house. I moved it out just now and saw a sparrow in the wickerwork of the privacy hedge (denuded of course) watching me. A fat little sparrow. Here I was worried about subsistence and I think there's an all you can eat buffet down the street somewhere. "Your millet tastes like shit." That's what his eyes seemed to be saying as I went past him with the bags for the garbage.

The one gal at the thrift store today either had herpes or got in a horrible fight. I tried not to look at it as I was chatting with her. She's also in recovery, been through the prison thing, went through a horrible girlfriend experience, but I think she's swimming alright. I like her. I think she would be perfect cast as Peppermint Patty in a prison production of Snoopy Come Home. Also, if I needed somebody to beat somebody up, she'd be the first human being to come to mind. She might offer to do more. Yay!

There is a girl working there now that Hugh Hefner would kill to buy for his bunny prison reality t.v. show of a life. A hot little Chinese girl from California. She's like five one and topheavy in the most delightful way. Yes, I'm giving you Swine-0-Vision. I don't play for that team but it's fairly obvious everyone who does would be salivating. At first I thought she was retarded, as she had no idea how to package breakables, so I did it myself and she watched and presumably learned (I'm skeptical). I made chitchat about the coming storm and the spring, and then she asked me, "When does spring happen?" It threw me for a loop for a moment, and I gave her the technical answer and the real Pennsylvanian answer ("We go from 40 to 90 usually, by April or May, depending on the day of the week"). And then she asked, "Is spring hot?" And that's when I figured out she wasn't from around here. But she had delivered it perfectly, almost as if she had asked, "Is water wet?" And put her finger in her mouth and started sucking on it. She is so going to get mentally and verbally molested by every other scary guy who comes in there. I give her two weeks before she either runs screaming or ends up carrying one of those guy's kids.

I found an ancient door knocker and a bunch of other shit. I almost found a PA atlas done by the Census Bureau from 1900 but somebody had stolen it from its container.