Freak Zapper

You know those tennis-racket-like things that zap bugs? I've decided that I may need one for freaks since I seem to attract them. I guess when you're weird (or charmingly quirky, as I like to call myself) you can't really expect not to exert a pull on other weirdos. But I can do this without even leaving the house for crying out loud.

Yesterday I wrote about the mental patient I met in Michael's. Well today I met someone (through email) who topped her. I have been sending out my resume to various places around town looking for part-time teaching and have finally gotten in touch with one particular non-profit whose director and I were emailing back and forth trying to set up an interview time. In his last email, where he confirmed the time and day, he put a post script that said this:

"I'm hoping to have time today to get the hay bailed and maybe even get in a game of tennis if I'm lucky."

Is it me, or is that just a titch off topic?

Then, earlier today I found myself inadvertently doing a little more undercover work for the #1 P.W.T. Detective Agency simply by taking a walk (again, the freaks were just drawn to me). I did some interviews and uncovered a few more clues in the narrative of the Missing Owl, the details of which are forthcoming. I have a lot of forthcoming stuff by the way. So you have a lot to look forward to. But just to give you a taste, the next chapter in the story includes a psychic Sunday School teacher and the manager of a minor-league baseball team -- you guessed it -- they're both freaks.

Who has a Wal-Mart upper-management connection? I'm thinking the freak zapper could be a big seller there.

I'll leave you with a recent photo of me and my goose. He's scrump-dilly.