The sitch

is this:

So, not more than a half hour ago, I made myself a batch of popcorn. As I am wont to do, whenever I wont to, in fact. So I did.

So there.

And I heard, when I turned on the very noisy air popper, some banging and dragging sounds which came, I thought, from upstairs. And I thought “well, too bad. I heard you moving furniture around at four in the morning, so suck it up” for lo, I am a big meany not to mention payback specialist.

They did not come from above, methinks now, or methinks if they did it’s because he had climbed down from the roof and was

Oh, god. The cop dog just set off a skunk. Where’s the incense!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

here’s the problem

How did he get on the patio in the first place?

The cops are outside now. The buzzer’s not working, so if they need back in the dispatcher is going to have to call my cell. It’s a secure building, when the cops can’t even get in!

k9

Wow, that is one beautiful German Shepherd.

The cops aren’t bad either, although with these undercover guys and my myopia it’s hard to tell them from the perps until they get right close. They’ve got the wardrobe down pat.

Waiting for the man

The cops are on their way. Thank GOD I’d already washed the green gunk off my face!

Does this mean that in 48 hours I’ll be dealing with the ambulance?

Updates TK

Listen Up!

There are bandleaders in Brooklyn starving because of people like me. Thanks, Jack Valenti, for giving all Canadians the right to freely download music from the internet. I mean, I’ll miss the hell out of Dal Richards when he goes, but it’s him or this Slave 4 U remix, and one must have priorities!

Married To The Sea