I wanna be needy. I don't want my phone to ring (and as I say it, the phone rings) all day with people trying to sell me stuff, collect stuff, or want me to accept a collect call from HARB!!! who is apparently in the county lockup (this happens every month, almost like clockwork, one day, I'm going to accept the charges and actually talk to this guy who yells his name into the recorded county collect call thingy).. I get a lot of wrong numbers, which is why (when we got digital cable phone service) we didn't keep our old number (No, Lequisha/Heather/Mike/Honey/Tommy/HARB!!! doesn't live here. Try a 3 instead of the 2, retard). Sometimes, when I'm feeling naughty, I say that Lequisha/Honey/Heather *is* here, but she's got a mouthful of "something good" and can't talk on the phone right now. She's too busy humming... I wouldn't have a phone at all, but it's The Woman's house, and she wants a phone..

Now if we could only do something about having that pesky front door..

Now about the tap water/drinking water thing.. :)

When I moved to Oklahoma, I suddenly developed this amazing dandruff problem. I figured it was from various things, and eventually settled on the presumed fact that I wasn't rinsing the notably harder water (than where I grew up) off my head enough. For 18 years, I lived with these huge flakes of stuff on my head. Dandruff shampoos of any strength didn't do much, so I just said Screw It and lived with it. Fast forward to about 2 years ago, when I decided to drop a chunk of Me so I could ride a bike without my ass hurting from the extra Me on a relatively small mobile chair.

One of the things I gave up on this Decrease Myself Campaign was soft drinks a la Cokes. I drank a half case of soda every day, probably. I started drinking Ozarka water instead. After about a month, I noticed I had *zero* Head Funk. Wow, I thought, this diet thing has had a really positive effect on my body (which *is* the point, after all).. Then, in a money-saving venture, I started refilling and refrigerating tap water in the Ozarka handy bottles. A week later, back comes the Head Funk. Back to real Ozarka, and away goes the head funk.

To Sum Up: Don't assume that just because someone insists on bottled water, it means they're a water fascist. Sometimes, there *is* a good reason to avoid tap water.

I know what piles of pipe you are talking about. From the looks of it, the city is going to be working on that project for a LONG time.

There are no shortcuts in the water/sewer biz — at least, none that do anybody any good.

shortcuts in the water/sewer biz

Oh thanks, Chaz. I'm not going to be able to sleep at all after that thought.

As a brand-new Iowan, I have to second Dawn. The place fascinates me. Maybe I'm still in a daze because I always thought "Iowa" was more or less just some Midwestern place more proverbial than real (as a matter of fact the entire Midwest was always more proverbial than real to me) and I would never in a million years have predicted that I'd end up living here.

"Idiots out walking around" is pretty funny though. But who do Iowans sneer at? I've got a lot of practice sneering at Yankees, Californians, and Texans, but who do I get to pick on here?

Jeez. See what Iowa has done to me? Can't even comment on the right post.

I'll put a copy of it on the correct post.

Thanks Charles. I'm just an idiot out walking around, I guess.