A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Not taking any chances

Just stepped out to the 'Po looking for a razor plane. (On a side note, do you know how difficult it is to dis-embroider an oxford shirt?)

Anyway, It's early, and the store was nearly empty. But they still had four security guards at the only exit checking your receipt.


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