Well, Brigitte's bank account is officially down to less than $100 and I'm too terrified to glance at my balance, for fear it's less, and there's no relief in sight. Plus, she has to do $1000 worth of community service for parking tickets -- 96% of which were from her old residence, an apartment building where they didn't paint parking lines in the lot so most of the tenants -- a lot of whom had internal parking but couldn't be bothered -- parked any which way, which forced Brigitte to park in the street, in an area which is literally crawling with parking Nazis -- and I mean, beat cops in patrol cars who seem to have nothing better to do than make sure Brigitte is not 3 minutes overdue in an area where a snow plough might or might not show up -- hey, fuckin' beats arresting gang members, right? So instead of being able to go look for work she has to sit around and be a receptionist for the downtrodden, or something like that.
*Whew*! I think that's the longest unstructured paragraph I've ever written.
At any rate, my concern is not for us, nor our shrinking bank accounts. It's for the photons that are even now suffering because we are too distracted to pay attention to them. One disappears every billionth of a nanosecond, people!
Thus I appeal to you, my loyal readers (notice "peasants" has disappeared from my vocabulary?!) to Support the Photons.
If you wish it, we can enable trillions to live, you and us together in this quest.
Thus a small donation of only $1 (more, if you're hammered) can be ensconced in my PayPal account. Won't you support the photons? Please send your generous donations to my address at tonbo(at)montrealfood.com.
Let's do something right this time, people. Because it's the RIGHT thing to do.
What? You're poorer than my family? No wonder you get so ranty when you go out and the food is no good! We just stay home, so who is there to complain to?
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about the photons so much. Clap your hands really hard so they know you believe in them.
Oh, oh, "photons" is code for "tons of pho"!
(How did you know I was hammered?)
Hee hee . . . ACTIONS speak louder than words. If your donation (I'm beginning to realise that if everyone just donated one cent, that would move PayPal into overdrive for months! How do you tax one cent? I'm sure they'd find a way, but I digress!) would help me, I'll knit a pair of children's oven gloves just for you.
ReplyDeleteIn these recessionary times, my child, it may just be the cure that ails you.
"Tons of pho"?? how did you work out my mercurised code?
ReplyDeletePlease report to the District Administrator at once.
I admit it would be funnier for me to send you a dollar than not to send you a dollar, but "Give a man a dollar and he dollars for a day. Teach a man to dollar, and he dollars for life."
ReplyDeleteI knew it was some kind of latin!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's just a fancy excuse for not sending me a dollar. I think it was "Give a man a fish, and it will feed him for a day. Teach him to fish, and HELLO, HOME HARDWARE BAIT & TACKLE DEPT. HERE WE COME."
ReplyDeleteHey, I'm in the doghouse as well, so your .02 cents is very welcome.