Bill,

You have hit the bottom of slippery slope. As Thomas de Quincey put it:

"If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination."

Ghs

I accept the blame, and damned well if I do say so myself. I am a trained Blame-Absorber, a little-known job niche with almost limitless potential. I am experienced in all areas of the field right up to the point where they wrap you in a goatskin and throw you off a cliff.

But if you think I'm so nice, the quality of my PMs must be slipping.

Was deQuincey Scottish? It's well known that it's a mortal sin for a Scots Calvinist to have sex standing up, because it might lead to dancing.

You think you can procrastinate? You are a piker. Look, just look at how many times I have posted over the last two days, in which I not only had to physically go out to work but should have been scouring my abysmal residence for inspection.

My Big Fat Greek landlord atop whose laundrymat I live in joyous sloth, lives in deadly fear of the insurance inspectors and the fire department. He has told me not to use the fire escape, ever, except if there is a fire (very inconvenient since it is just a few steps by FE from the aforementioned Mat). Not to put anything on the fire escape, ever. To clean my quarters , hiring cleaners if necessary, because if they don't like the apartment, he will not get insurance for Oscar's Coin Laundry.

I will also have to reinstall the fire alarm, if I can find it. I disassembled it because it screams and automatically calls the fire department every time I boil a kettle, let alone try to cook anything. I incautiously mentioned that last yeqr I burned up the Thanksgiving turkey, so he has told me that if the stove is dirty, they will refuse the insurance.

I am surrounded by these insurmountable tasks and an impossible deadlines and here I am on your blog, which apparently you never even check into, and IT's all your FAULT, Sauce for the gander, Bill Scherk, or Yusuf Al-Canadi or whatever you are calling yourself these days, And they won't give me airmiles at the drugstore just because I don't have a stupid airmiles card...why are people so blind and stupid... I want my mother, you brute!

This is most hilarious, Carol. I accept my fair share of the blame. How many washers does Oscar have ...?