I had occasion today to go look at the online version of the agenda for next week's Gathering O'The Nuts today, for the first time. I've seen lame prose in my life, but rarely have I seen anything quite so painfully lame.

No web page with less than 500 words of text should have been able to achieve that level of mediocrity unless there was, I don't know, some kind of competition and a hefty prize involved.

I can only imagine that the project was handed to someone whose lifelong determination it has been to remove all of the excitement from the concept of "boring."

It's 'NutNews week. A quick, pain-filled scan of the five articles revealed that the same ChaosManager responsible for the aforementioned (second-best word ever!) agenda is now responsible for churning out newsletter articles.

There are moment when I look forward to my imminent unemployment with relief.

But! It's not all joy in Mudville, nosirree. As I discovered yesterday, our apartment building isn't a jar of jam. I popped home during my lunch hour and now I'm not at all sure I'm prepared to start spending my days there. I mean, not if that woman in the lobby is usually to be found hanging out, chatting on her cell phone, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a bra.

It's a public space, you freak! Take yourself and your dingy undergarments back into the privacy of your own apartment.

This used to be a nice, even sort of upscale, apartment complex. I don't think my life is improved by knowing it's become some sort of slum where a 'ho in a raggedy bra can wander around without causing comment.*

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* Well, not completely without causing comment, because clearly I'm commenting, but you know what I mean. I didn't comment to her. First, she was on the phone and it would have been rude to interrupt her. Second, weirdness scares me and I instantly assumed she was crazy and consequently could be dangerous.

We've had crazy before. One woman, many years ago, was loaded into a truck with padded walls and driven off into the night. IIRC, she had her clothes on.