Some people are nice.
I ordered an Andre Dubus paperback off of the massive online used shop that is Half.com and recieved a book of V.S. Pritchett (also a worthwhile writer) short stories by mistake. So I let the guy know, and....

1. I get to keep the Pritchett book
2. He's sending me the original book I ordered
3. I get a full refund.

That rules! I get two books for free! This almost makes up for the time when I ordered Slint's Spiderland and never recieved anything.

Our bat hasn't showed up again. I called up our rental company during a break at work and was in turn given the somewhat ominous message "we'll take care of it", shortly followed by them hanging up. Um....okay. They better damn well take care of it! Those things have rabies! Especially if they seem somewhat insane, like this one did. I was divebombed three times! I wish I could have a cat--that'd take care of our bat problems. There is a hole in our wall that I stuffed with an issue of Time magazine; the front cover story was on that ridiculous Da Vinci Code shit, so it will be far more effective as a bat-proofer than it ever was as a piece of news or entertainment.

We're in the middle of a heat wave here and old people in large metropolitan areas are dropping like flies. In my apartment my t-shirt sticks to my body like it was glued on there and I killed a freakishly huge bug on my wall that exploded when I hit it with a rolled up magazine. Lots of green blood or whatever.

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This is just about the funniest comic I've ever read. I love Achewood.