OI! OI! OI!

Yes, I did pass this on to Roboseyo. Sometimes our evil plans to get a song stuck in our arch-nemesis' brains backfire . . . hmm, on to plan B for the destruction of Roboseyo. Anybody know where I can get a set of rubber pants and lessons in Yiddish?

On a related note, I am disconsolate that Skunk Hell is closed. Whatever will I do now?

Actually, Roboseyo, This is More Me

I don't know what gives me more pleasure: picturing your mug on the dad, the monster, or the little girl.

아싸!

Ok, a dumb thing to crow about, but I just replaced the seat of the toilet in my god-awful bathroom. I did this sans instruction manual, sans help, and sans sighing in despair and calling somebody to help. A small victory, but deeply symbolic.

Or Maybe This Is More Your Style?

Yeah, seems like it fits you, RoboseyWHAAAAT!

Hey Roboseyo - I Got Yer Walrus Right Here!

SWEET!

Seriously,this is the stuff of social scientists' dreams!
55-Year Diary Shows Life, History
This guy kept a diary for 55 years? Heck my only attempts to keep a diary lasted . . . well, two consecutive days. But this diary has such a wealth of information, I think it's going to go down as one of the more significant items in the museum's collection. A 55 year diary complete with related miscellanea like cashbooks and medical prescriptions? Holy record keeping, Batman!
In graduate school I worked at the Oral History Institute for a while, and did a bit with the collections and researchers there. The records generated by oral history are invaluable, yet by and large recorded well after important events happen - they're direct and intimate and valuable, but this . . . recollection of events as they happen, along with corroborating records? Amazing. Absolutely amazing.