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The people are harried and worried and pressed to their limits, so this little speech took place yesterday, and we've still got Blocksburg as of now, I think, but....
Today is Billy's birthday, and it is the ten-year anniversary of my head being bolted back onto my torso by the extra-terrestrial surgeon god. Yesterday, in thanks, I held the lightning out to sea. At the price of losing my plumbing at the stroke of midnight.
I was in bed. I was almost asleep. Apocalyptic bursting of a pipe made turning off the water to my house mandatory. I do not want to call a plumber. I want to call a mover. Or... a good marksman....
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Not an hour later, thunder again... this time over the mountains. SHIT.
Snail MacGyver is coming to fix the blown pipe. I don't think this will be a permanent solution. I think this is my ancient plumbing reacting to the action from the new water main. So I'm still looking for that marksman.
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5:30pm
The pipe to the toilet valve also broke the mechanism in the tank... so Snail MacGyver has gone off to get me a new one on his daily/nightly trip to Walmart for everything he forgot the day/night before. Ordinarily I would DEMAND he buy it somewhere else, but I am too demoralized and too grateful I could rouse him from his day job to come bail me out.
Well... well, strictly speaking, I'm personally not as grateful just now as my spirit is, so I'd rather just bitch and piss and moan and see if I can't write a string of epithets so foul and so sustained that nobody in Amerika will be left in any doubt about this.
So. It may not look like it, but this is "spiritual advancement"....
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If I had a telephoto lens... well... start over... if I had a camera... I could show you in real time, but through the wonder of Google Images and some image editing software... THIS is juuust about exactly what the sky here has been looking like this afternoon.
This is why... and this.
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!!! MAPS !!!
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DRAMATIC IMAGES....
always and any time....
