Pat and I have busted our butts the past two days. The shack is still standing, but is a definite off-limits area for the goofies. Pat and I are more concerned with getting the house cleared out quickly so we can begin basic repairs. I took almost two dozen pics of the place on Monday, but only a few are posted on Flickr right now. The whole lot are "before" shots, and simply too depressing to share at this time. It's truly scary how the ravages of addiction can reduce one's standard of living to the remnants we've been burning the past few days.

Yes, I said burning. The fire pit's size has been expanded out of necessity. In the past two days it's consumed 5 disgusting armchairs, two mattresses, one box spring, a dresser, dozens of lameass romance novels and other assorted paperback crap, a mishmash of mildewed couch cushions and threadbare bedding, and an easy 60 lbs. of the tackiest synthetic fiber garb I've seen since the late 70's. The house cheered as each load of festering insults was removed. My mantra: Burn baby, burn!!!

There's still 3 couches, more textile horrors, and all the carpeting to be removed. Hopefully the upcoming 3-day weekend will allow us the time needed to wrap up this activity. Then there's the matter of the utility room/pantry. Not only are there clothes and trash covering 80% of the floorspace, but this is the boonies. It's par for the course that home canning is a popular sport. Even if the previous occupants weren't participants, they sure were fans. Come view fugi's Pickled Punks... [definition]

Well, Goofy #2 is up and about now (6:30 am). I'd best get some chow into this little eating machine. His appetite lately is certainly more of an immediate threat than whatever those jars once contained. ;oD

privacy policy - READ IT.

Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate

You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger. You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause. You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you! A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.

Apparently this quiz doesn't take bipolar disorder and a "Zero Bullshit Tolerance" policy into account. ;oD

Days sans meds: 50

I can hear it now. "Ferret Mode Monday? WTF is that supposed to mean?" Ferrets mainly have two general speeds: fast-forward and stop. I haven't been able to fully stop just yet. This entry will either be "pause" or the day's denouement. Right now it's too soon to tell, so your guess is as good as mine. ;oD

I had a boatload of stuff I wanted to post, but I really can't focus long enough to do much beyond lengthy, disjointed rambling. Really don't want to go there tonight because it's probably more aggrevating for me than you when we've both finally discovered I've typed myself into circles. Add to the fact that I'm not really one for censoring or editing blog entries... Oh- that reminds me!

Not too long ago I recieved an email from someone near and dear to my heart. In it I was taken to task for recent posting conduct. Everyone's entitled to their opinions. Lucky for this individual that they are on my list of those whom I respect implicitly. It's a verrry short list. This honor grants recipients a great deal of immunity regarding how I conduct myself in relation to various interactions. If such a response had come from some anonymous coward... Anyway. There has always been an abbreviated privacy policy on my user info page. Here's the full version. From now on it will be linked at the bottom of each entry, except perhaps the occasional meme.

I'm not in the habit of explaining myself to anyone. This is a rare exception. In case anyone missed the whole gist of what all these entries are about, this is a personal weblog. More precisely, this is my personal weblog. And for anyone who overlooked its description, it reads: Rated "H" for Honest. I never claimed to be any spiritual paragon. No guru, no messiah here. Just me, warts and all. I own responsibility and accountability for each charecter of each entry committed by me to the collective flotsam and jetsam of Cyberia as a whole. Like the majority of what's encountered in life, simply buy/borrow/take what's needed and leave the rest.

Okay. Stick a fork in me- I'm about done with this installment of my perpetual fourth step. A couple of days ago I dusted off the ol' fluff site where the privacy policy resides. That was the first site I'd constructed since '99 and I hadn't touched it since at least this past July. Went and restructured the files while doing some updates. Now it's time to reconnect all the dots. Ciao for now!