Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Mr. Obi Jerry sent me the following email:
Attn My Dear
I cashed the check of one Million five hundred thousand USA Dollars due to expiry and deposited it with FEDEX Courier Benin Branch,so contact the Director Rev.Goodluck mika Email:(firstname.lastname@example.org )I have paid them for the delivery, the only money you will pay is $185 being the security fee to enable them deliver the parcel to your given address. Reconfirm your info to them and also ask the director to issue the tracking/airway bill once you send them the feeyour full nameYour home addressMobile numberUpdate me once you receive your package,
Mr Obi Jerry
How generous that he is sending me $1.5 million I didn't even ask for - and for the low, low price of $185! - but then I am his dear, and he regards me.
This guy regards me too, now that the indigene from my country has lost his live:
I am Barrister. David Roland, Solicitor and Personal Attorney to Mr. Dennis, an indigene of your country who used to work as a Contractor with Diamond Melting & Mineral Exporting company, Pretoria, South Africa.
On the 21st of April 2000, my client was involved in a car accident along the Pretoria inter state High way unfortunately, he lost his live in the event of the accident,this has prompted me to contact you, I have made several inquiries to locate any of my clients extended relatives and this has proved unsuccessful. I decided to contact you to assist in repatriating the money and property left behind by my client before they get confiscated or declared unserviceable by the firm where these huge deposits were lodged. Particularly, the security firm where the deceased had a deposit valued at about $100.5 Million USD (Hundred.five Million USA Dollars).
Consequently, the Security Company issued me a notice to provide the next of kin or have the deposit declared recovered treasure and diverted to the company recovered funds/reserve.
Since I have been unsuccessful to locate the relatives for some years now, I seek your consent to present you as the next of kin of the deceased since you are the same country that the proceeds of this account can be paid to you for both of us to share the money; 60% to me and 35% to you, 5% to charity. I have all necessary legal documents that can be used to back up the claim. I will provide you with more information on this as we progress.
All I require is your honest cooperation to enable us see this deal through.
Mr David Roland
How thoughtful! He even wants to give some to charity! But as always, Hardingfele still gets the very best spam. For example, did you know you can now get your advanced degree via phone? It's true! See the following:
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Wow! Why did we spend all that time and money going to school?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Dear Bridge Burner
You have now sent Hardingfele and Band Founder several emails and myface friend requests. I think you have confused a friend with an enemy. You do not insult a friend with profanity, not apologize and then quit their band. You do not call someone a friend when they argue with you about your cat and then threaten to call animal control to come and seize the animal from your premises. These people are your enemies, not your friends. They don’t want to be your friends or your bandmates. Is it so hard to process?
Don't ask me why she wrote it half in the third person and half in the first person. Maybe that's how they talk in Hardingfele's native language.
Sadly, it is now so cold that Plant World had to move back inside last night. The rabbits seemed confused, but not displeased, at the reappearance of all those plants. I recently moved their house back into the furthest corner of my living room, and instead of being annoyed by the chance, they seem pleased with it. Either they are getting more easygoing or I am finally making changes they actually approve of.
Sylvia is still living in the little igloo she somehow made out of a towel without benefit of opposable thumbs. The other day something fell on her igloo, and I panicked that she had been flattened, but somehow she must have known it was going to happen, because she was not inside. Any other time I go into the kitchen, she is in there, hissing at me. "How dare you use my kitchen! Oh... you're getting me some food? Never mind. Pretend like I didn't hiss at you."
Monday, September 28, 2009
He is starting a business in Ukraine. What sort of business, you might ask, and I would say why should I tell you so you can go over and compete with him? Obviously he plans to be successful enough to buy new furniture but not enough to buy a new car, judging by what he took back with him. (He also shipped his mother back over, if that gives you any idea.) He left me a small teapot with two tiny cups, so I can think of him whenever I drink tea. Anyway, now I have a second teapot, besides the one my Archirritant gave me years ago that looks like a demented English cottage with two tiny demented cottage cups. Then again, nothing can compare to the teapot a Polish guy used to have, which looked like a two-headed goose. One head was the spout and the other was tucked under its wing. I remember a bunch of us sitting around at his house one day, having a deep theological discussion, and a priest was saying something about how Plato's "Cave Allergory" is a metaphor for the human soul and not a Socialist state as he poured himself a cup of tea from the two-headed goose. The juxtaposition of the profound discussion and ridiculous teapot was too much for me, and I began laughing hysterically, but nobody else was all that amused. I guess they are immune to the absurdity of two-headed goose teapots.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Hardingfele does not remember anyone making a concerted effort to find the offending chipmunk, as it does not have any distinctive characteristics. (Unlike, say, the unfortunate squirrel in her neighborhood with half its tail missing, perhaps also courtesy of her cats.) She does say it gives her a warm, fuzzy feeling that our officials are using our tax money to make a concerted effort to find such public menaces as this incredibly dangerous chipmunk.
Friday, September 25, 2009
The Flounder was the best-looking fish I had ever set eyes on. When we first met, he was still quite young, and his eyes were not yet on the same side of his head. I refused to believe my friends when they told me he would end up that way; I imagined that they were all sick with envy, but now I realize they were pitying me for my delusions. How could I not have seen he was nothing but a bottom feeder? They say love is blind, and I offer myself as living proof.
The Flounder would come and go, dividing his time between me and who knows how many other fish, but there was a particular one who was his favorite. (At the time I believed myself to be his Other Favorite, but more likely I was his Nothing Better to Do at the Moment.) Every time I thought he was gone for good, life lost all meaning until he would return again. Finally my friends told me to get over him after he had been gone for months, and I resolved to find another fish to love.
And so the parade of fish began. I would meet one fish, just to discover he was an eel; the next would be a barracuda in disguise. There were the harmless but boring little gobies, and the handsome flying fish who leapt away into the sky. I gave my heart to a few, and sent the others on their way, but I didn’t waste many tears over any of them. I was still madly in love with the Flounder.
Looking back on the whole thing now, I can see that his view was already becoming one-sided during the time I knew him. What he must be like now, I do not even care to imagine. When he returned to me that last time, I was shocked by how close together his eyes were. Could everyone be right, and he really was just a Flounder? But I gave myself to him anyway, fins, heart, and soul. When he finally left me for good to be with the Other Fish, I was certain my life had ended. But instead it had just begun.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
My coworker whose plants are featured in the post "Other People's Plant Worlds" had some good news - her epiphyllum cactus bloomed! (Mine grew like a weed this summer, but no blooms yet.) She sent me some pictures of the flower and her entire plant world, full of blooming orchids, and said I could post them here.
Monday, September 21, 2009
I went to the Willy Street Fair,
I met my friend Mama Step there.
The local folk dancers and all sorts of prancers
Were dancing around in a square.
They danced to a klezmer band,
Doing fancy steps hand-in-hand,
Wearing wigs and wings and outrageous things
In colors both bold and bland.
And then someone caught my eye:
The daughter of Denii.
So we wandered around and many things found
She, Mama Step, and I.
We ate lots of organic food
And it tasted really good
And, never fear, there was plenty of beer
In that crazy neighborhood.
A tuba blew bubbles in the air,
Loud bands were playing everywhere,
Alternative news, temporary tattoos,
And all of the trade was fair.
I took a chance and spun
The Pet Shelter Wheel of Fun,
And to my surprise they had just one prize
Of rabbit treats, which I won.
Later who should pass by
But a pink rabbit six feet high!
I said to him, “Sir, I have rabbit treats here,”
But he didn’t bat an eye.
So next year don’t be a square –
Stop by the Willy Street Fair!
Some folks even came just to watch the game:
There’s something for everyone there!
Friday, September 18, 2009
My parents were very pious fish who did not believe in eating their eggs – I was one of six hundred siblings – and they had each of us emerged right after we hatched. I dutifully learned all my prayers (the Hail Marlin, the Our Fish, and the Piscine Creed), the names of all twelve Albacores, and the doctrine of the Holy Trinity: Great Carp, Son of Carp, and Holy Current. I always wore a drying rack with a corpus carpi on it because the Son of Carp had allowed himself to be lifted up on a drying rack to dry away our sins, and I prayed for the souls of the fish in the Marsh, that they would soon be welcomed into the Sea of Stars. The angelfish who taught me in my youth assumed I would someday grow up to be an angelfish too, but I secretly wanted to be a manta. However, only boy fish could be mantas.
We were not terribly wealthy; Mother said there was some koi on her side of the family, but Father’s fish were just poor carp from the other side of river who came over during the Algae Famine. Still, we always had enough. I had a happy fryhood, playing with all the other small fry in our lake, being taught by the angelfish during the week, and going to the reef on Sundays. I told my parents that I wanted to go to Venice someday, but they figured this was just a fingerling dream that I would soon outgrow.
“Isn’t Venice near where the Polycarp lives?” I wondered. “Then I could go see the Polycarp AND Venice!” (There have been many fish called Polycarp; the first one was the head Albacore.)
Mother and Father just smiled indulgently and said yes, maybe someday I could go visit Venice and see the Polycarp too, but not while I was such a small fish.
As time passed, I lost interest in going to the reef. I got my gills pierced and smoked seaweed down by the old mill with the tougher young fish. Any thoughts of being an angelfish left me, but I did still want to visit Venice. However, my father said young fish belonged in schools, not off swimming across the ocean, and although I argued that I was now full grown, he was not persuaded. Off to a school I went, and my dreams of visiting Venice would have to wait until I returned with a degree in fin.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Two nights ago, when I went to clean up the little wasp corpses littering my balcony, there were still some live wasps buzzing around so I waited until last night. (The wasp poison did say it could take up to 48 hours for all of them to die.) Last night there were NO WASP BODIES on my balcony! Where did they go? Did they just blow away in the wind, or did the live wasps collect them? Do they know one another by name? Maybe even now they are looking over the carnage and wondering, where are Joanie and Imelda? They followed that big, nasty thing back into the other big, nasty thing's nest and were never seen again. (Wasps, if you are reading this, Joanie and Imelda are down the sink.)
If the First Person of the Holy Trinity is named Yahweh and the Second Person is named Yeshua, then what the heck is the name of the Third Person? Surely He has a name too, and not just a title (Holy Spirit). And would it also start with a Y?
Is there a special spot in Hell for those people who, when the bus is so full that people are standing in the aisles, insist on taking up an entire two-person seat themselves? And is it the same spot reserved for those "late mergers" during road construction?
Pulmonary mascots: are they EVER a good idea???
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
i mean bird lips. it be a long story. just waiting for this printer to print so i can go to b http://blahblah
Really! She means it! Bird lips! But it be a long story so I won't explain it right now.
As always, Hardingfele gets the weirdest spam, like the following (an actual medical condition):
Popcorn Lung can be caused by exposure to Diacetyl
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Injuries from Diacetyl side effects include:
- Popcorn Lung
- Bronciolitis Obliterans
- Restrictive Airway Disease
- Diacetyl Induced Bronchiolitis Obliterans
- Fibrotic Lungs
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- Chronic Bronchitis
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And she was also offered a COMPLIMINTARY Obama bobbble-head doll (now with an extra B for your bobbbling satisfaction):
I have been browsing crai gs list for 5 years and I mostly find it fun to hear what others think about politics. Let me cut to the main point would you re-elect barack? I put in my vote here and received a complimintary bobbble head lol... yadayada.com
My office mate thought it was funny that this was her horoscope, since everyone else here at work is super busy and grumpy:
There is a lot of tension in the air today, dear Scorpio. It is not just your home environment that is affected. Everyone you run into on your round of errands seems grumpy and out of sorts. You will be happiest if you spend much of today indoors, in solitude. Books and videos don't honk their horn at you and curse your driving ability. Who needs the aggravation that days such as today can bring? Buy a trashy novel, or rent a good, long movie, and enjoy a day free from other people's bad moods.
But she thought mine was ironic, considering that I told her I took the bus instead of biking this morning because of my lack of energy:
You feel invincible, dear Capricorn, as though there's nothing that you can't do. Enjoy this high level of energy for certainly it is unusual for you. However, take care not to overdo it. If you haven't jogged for a year, going out and running five miles today will leave you bedridden tomorrow. Similarly, don't set out to accomplish all your household repairs in one day. Remember that slow and steady wins the race and keeps you in shape for the long haul!
Yeah, I'll try to keep all that extra energy in check. Woo hoo.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
This morning I saw a dozen or so small bodies on my balcony, and I didn't feel any joy, just a grim satisfaction. Then I saw a couple of sad, confused wasps flying around, and suddenly I felt very sorry for them. They invaded my homeland, attacked me without provocation, and refused to reach a peace agreement, but they were clever and valiant adversaries that I had to admire. This must be why they don't let woman fight in wars. We're too sympathetic.
Anyway, it's true what they say: war is hell.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Also, my office mate sent me my horoscope today. Neither of us really understood what it meant, but it sounds pretty good:
If you play your cards right, dear Capricorn, you just might be able to turn what you're picking up psychically from the higher planes into exalted artistic efforts. The emotions and images flowing into your brain might be somewhat obscure, but they're significant in some way. Whether you write, play music, dance, or paint, you could be blown away by your own work. Whatever your materials, get them out, and memorialize your inspiration. Tomorrow you'll be glad you did!
And here is a picture she took of her "puppy" Leo attempting to be a lap dog. It looks like her husband is tickling him! Wonder what his horoscope said today? "Leo: stretch your boundaries. Don't let them tell you that you can't do it! But be prepared for the unexpected."
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
I was such a little fish when I first heard the music. I was swimming down the St. Lawrence Seaway, past a French Canadian metropolis, when the music reached out and drew me into a drainage pipe. On and on I swam, into smaller and smaller pipes, always following the music, until I suddenly emerged into a white porcelain bowl.
The music was so beautiful, I would have cried if I weren’t a fish.
“Look!” said a voice above me. “There’s a fish in the toilet!”
“Looks like some species of carp,” said another voice. I looked up and saw two bright orange fish with gauzy, swirling tails swimming about in a bowl on the windowsill above me.
“Hello,” I said. “Please forgive my intrusion, but I just wanted to hear the music. Isn’t it magnificent?”
“The music?” said one orange fish. “It’s Vivaldi.”
“They say he came from a faraway place called Venice,” added the other orange fish. “They say its streets are made of water.”
I resolved, right there in that lovely white bowl, that I must see this Venice for myself. It must have been a beautiful city indeed to have inspired such wondrous music, and with its legendary streets of water, it was a city such as a fish could only dream about. Could it really exist?
Just then a Quebecois dashed into the room. Spying me, he cried,
“Qu’est-ce que c’est? Un poisson dans la toilette?” and flushed me back down the drain.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
In case you do not have enough money to buy this contraption (only $19.99 as seen on TV!), you could utilize this response Hardingfele got to her stolen bike post:
I came across your post on craigslist and I just wanted to tell you about my sucess story on how I was able to easily make money online. I found this website http://blahblahblah that showed me from start to finish all the techniques to making money online. Its so easy i have my mother doing the same thing and after two days shes made over 600 dollars. This is no gimmick or any get rich quick scheme its an honest, easy way to make money and i encourage you to try it, take two minutes of your time to change for your life forever.
Wow! What that has to do with a stolen bike is beyond both of us, but doesn't it sound like a terrific opportunity? Don't bother checking out that website, though - I have modified it so that only Hardingfele and I can be in on this sweeeeeet deal.
Here is another entirely appropriate gift for anyone with a birthday this time of year:
This is some kind of CD, but the music on it is neither salsa nor George Clinton, so I have no idea what any of it is. White People music, I think. (I have always maintained that White People Music after 1750 is no damn good - this only means music in White People style, not by people who happen to be white, so Led Zeppelin is good music since everyone knows they stole everything from delta blusemen anyway. Also, folk music like Irish stuff is exempt from the White People Music curse.) Why all Virgos are mad, I couldn't tell you, nor whether they mean "angry" or "crazy," but I'm guessing the second one. (Except for you, of course, Tiffy, if you happen to be reading this.)
In three years Hardingfele will be getting a TREMENDOUS surprise for her birthday, at least according to the Mayan calendar, Nostradamus, the ancient Egyptians, the Freemasons, and lots of other reliable people, according to some TV show I saw the other night. (No, I still do not own a TV - nor do I want one - but I do know people who do.)
And here is something Hardingfele gave me, for no particular reason. I have to say that whoever created this must own rabbits. Maybe Cashmere's twin sister.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
* un beso from Ricky Martin (the Party Boat guy, not the singer)?
* a passive-aggressive trip up the Space Needle with P__ the Priest?
* dinner at the Nawth Babylon Clam and Fish Restaurant and Clam Shack?
* a makeup bag with an adorable little handgun in it?
* a funny bike lock?
* a tour of Marie Laveau's grave courtesy of a crazy voodoo guy?
* a hat just like Zorro's?
* the Requiem Box set?
* 99 bananas?
* Be Amish beer?
* a discount birthday cake?
I just don't know what to give the woman who has everything... Wait, I have an idea! How about a lovely cruise? This is yet another piece of spam from Hardingfele. (Note the continuation of the "music spam" theme.)
We are inviting Polka Clubs, dancers, and enthusiasts from all across the country to join us on a Singing, Dancing, Polka Party Cruise. We hope you'll be there too!
· January 9th-16th, 2010
· 7-Night Eastern Caribbean Itinerary
· Departing from Ft. Lauderdale
· Sailing aboard MSC Poescia
The Polka Cruise will feature dance lessons, a private cocktail party for our group, and Two Great Polka Bands to keep you dance'n and sway'n all week long!
· Joe Stanky and the Cadets have been performing classic polka sounds for more than 25 years. The group features a range of styles, including honky, country, and Slovenian with both English and Polish vocals.
· John Stevens DoubleShot is a popular Pennsylvania-based group which plays contemporary rhythms at numerous festivals throughout the country.
We have staterooms available from only $549 per person. Don't miss the fun!
We hope to see you on-board!
Got your bags packed, Tiffy? Don't forget your polka shoes!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Then Tiffy and I drove back to my town and met Richard Bonomo for dinner at Barnacle Bob's. Poor Tiffy had another two hours to drive, to the East Coast of this state, but I went right home, reintroduced myself to the bunnies, and fell into bed.
And here is another picture from Palm Tree Fan. She thinks these are called Japanese Lanterns, and I had thought they were called Chinese Lanterns, but whichever way, they are very cool.
Some Kind of Asian Lanterns
And of course Hardingfele, who gets ALL the best spam, sent me the following. It has nothing to do with musical instruments, like her Bagpipe Spam (which she got again today) or her Banjo Spam; no, this is a response to a post she put on an internet site. Someone stole her hubby's bicycle right out of their yard, so she posted this about it in case anyone saw it:
Giant Eddie Bauer Edition Mountain Bike, 21 speed, Model 606.1 GL, 19" frame, stolen from our yard Sat afternoon, August 8, 2009 in the Spring Harbor Neighborhood. It is metallic blue, metallic green. Reward if found, please call Hardingfele.
This is the response she got:
Subject: ***Concerning Your Bike Posted For Sale...***
Good morning to you and happy new week,i am higherly interested in purchasing your Bike posted for sale on the craigslist, so kindly get back to me with your last price,your location and the present condition,i live in New York,but for the shipment,you do not need to bother yourself about it,i will arrange for the pick up myself
We will be waiting asap for your quickest response.
Hardingfele is not sure how Jack Tom plans to arrange for the pick up of a bike she no longer possesses, so she did not get back to him with her quickest response to let him know its last price, its location (unknown) and its present condition (stolen). I am just jealous that she gets multiple thanks, since (as you may remember from the spam I got) I only merit one thank.
Happy New Week, everyone!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
On the way back from the island we trolled for fish. We didn't get anything, but it was hypnotic to watch the tops of the rods nodding as if they were fighting to stay awake. Anyway, it was such a beautiful day that actually catching a fish was sort of beside the point. As I have mentioned, my people were island people, and I am happiest on the water. (Of course, since the islands in question are England and Ireland, I have no pigmentation to speak of, which is why I had to wear Sea Foam Rice Paddy Hat.) At Tom's Burned Down Tavern, a woman raved about the SFRPH, so Tiffy's father said I should have sold it to her for a profit. (I have no need to sell it for a prophet; I've been dreading winter and then the Farmer's Almanac said this week it will be an AWFUL one, so my Celtic Second Sight still seems to be working.)
Then tonight we went to a big tent and watched a couple of bands. One was a traditional Irish music band, and they were really good. The other band was really loud. They played all kinds of Irish drums, including one Tiffy said could be Paul Bunyan's drum. They started the show by rubbing something on the head of Paul Bunyan's drum, which was a sound as delightful as metal scraping a chalkboard, and later they played it with whips, which was REALLY LOUD. Afterwards Tiffy's mother asked us what we thought of the show, and I replied, "What? I can't hear you!" (Which wasn't far from the truth. I think my ears are still ringing!) One member of the band played an African drum, which was no more random than any of the rest of it, although it made me want to dance the guaguanco more than an Irish jig. Not that a casual observer could tell the difference between my attempts at either dance!
See, it just goes to show you can spend a day with islands and drums without ever leaving temperate climes.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
This morning we got up early and cruised over to another town for breakfast. It was too windy to wear my Famous Hat on the boat, so I borrowed a hat from Tiffy's mother that looked as if I was channeling Zorro. Then we were walking through the little tourist town and stopped in at the store where Tiffy's second cousin (or first cousin once removed, I'm never clear about that) works, and I bought a sea-foam green rice paddy hat. PERFECT for boating! Tiffy's cousin of whatever degree asked for the address for my blog, so if you are reading this, hi Tish! I said I'd love to have a boat someday and sail around the world, and I would call it the Ethel Mermaid, but Tiffy thought I should call it the Dan Marina, so I said I would ask all three of my faithful readers to vote on the matter. However, as I was to find out later today, it is a moot point because somehow somebody STOLE MY NAME!
I was hoping we could cruise around the Apostle Islands, but they were really shrouded in fog today, so possibly tomorrow we will try to do that. We went out to dinner to celebrate the birthdays of Tiffy and her father, and then afterwards we went to a show called - and I am totally not making this up - Riverpants. And wouldn't you know one of the characters was called Ethel Mermaid! (Besides, for example, "Michael Fatley," the "Lard" of the Dance.) So I will have to come up with some other terrible pun of a name for my hypothetical boat.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
And now for something completely different - banjo spam! Unlike the bagpipe spam Hardingfele received, which really was about bagpipe gear, this has nothing to do with actual banjos as far as I can tell. It also has no amusing grammatical errors, but it fits with the Totally Random theme of this blog, since what have banjos got to do with fishing? If you know, feel free to tell me in the comments section.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I think anyone who ponders such facts will agree that our current medical system needs reform!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
That was Friday night. Thursday night at Messiah practice I got the best news I'd heard since learning that reggaeton is on the way out: we will be performing with a harpsichord! And NOBODY tunes harpsichords to equal temperament, so it looks like we will be spared that public humiliation at the fronds of my dracaena. Afterwards a bunch of us went to a swanky hotel for drinks, but when I ordered a gin fizz, the waiter said, "They can't make a proper one here. Trust me, I'm from New Orleans!" I believed him, because - other than reggaeton - very little is worse than getting a drink called a "gin fizz" which bears no resemblance to the actual Gin Fizz. However, I had no Plan B so I panicked and ordered a root beer.
Charlie my boy bunny had a fever this weekend, but as he got better, I developed a bad cold. Sunday a bunch of my friends went hiking, but I could barely get out of bed. Yesterday I called in sick to work and sat around having a pity party for myself. Ugh! TWO summer colds in one summer! I tried to get some fresh air on my balcony, but after a few minutes a dozen yellow jackets ascended like tiny helicopters and swarmed around me. One landed right on the top of my head - and stung me!! I ran inside to put some onion on the sting... and the yellow jacket was clinging to my leg! I smacked it and it fell to the floor, stunned. Then I finished it off with my salsa dancing shoe. After that I was a geniune sorehead, on top of being sniffly and sneezy. Fortunately Charlie felt the proper amount of sympathy for me and sat kissing me as I lay on the floor in utter wretched misery. See, this is why I live with rabbits instead of a man.