The Wretchedness of My Oculus

Aye. My eye balls feel like they’ve been rubbed hard with sand and broken glass after my first full day back behind the compu-monitor. I want one of those industrial eye washes that we used to have in the back room of Mr. Jensen’s science class. A 30 psi flow rate is the only thing that can help my ailing peepers now. My eye’s almost popped out of head and ran away after I accidentally viewed this horrific, night-of-the-living-dead photo of Shane Mac Gowan. Shane. Baby. They’re called dentures. Get some!

The cats are currently fighting over napping rights on my bike messenger bag. Not sure why, but as of yesterday when I set it down on the couch, it has become the hottest ticket in the house. They claw at one another like a couple catty Real World girls for a chance to lounge on velcro and nylon.

Top Five Recommended Items (from readers) for Additions to The Skelton Ranch:

1. Skate Ramp
2. Badminton net in back lawn
3. Sunken hot tub in the patio
4. A stripper pole in the great room!
5. Bear skin rugs in front of fireplace