No More Jutenhoops!

So we're trying to find a place with the roto-clippers.
He said maybe Jutenhoops; didn't ring a bell;
only ever got posters and buttons there.
And Sharper Image history. No problem.

Found the Remington product (No Problem) directly.
Then it was the pitch... remembered Victor Something.
(Some mix-up with Wearhouse Guy. Definitely not.
"I liked the shaver so much, I bought the company."

Then somethings else at Jutenhoops like silly pens.
Gift stuff, you know? Refrigerator magnets. Whistles.
Couple of locations. Demised. Near other destinations...
movies, veggies, books and old Dos Barristas.

Need a Haircut

There are barber shops open on Monday, believe it or not.
Could, since I've got an electric clipper, trim myself...
wouldn't want to be seen in that afterward. Foresee botch.

Never tried those vacuum devices. Available.

Tempus Fuggetabootit?

Stepped out and Carvin Jones was playing the neighborhood.
Long time, no hear. Consummate tribute artist. Way humoresque.

Money tight... not much of a crowd. Kids have no disposable income?
Regulars taking night off on account of festival over the freeway.

Several followers turned out. He goes way back; always a good show.

He Forgot

Picked up orchid and primrose on sale in grocery. Noticed someone with orchid at check-out, zeroed in sale sticker, came about, and bee-lined to Garden Department. Done deal already.

Primrose a bonus.

First thing tomorrow, I'll re-pot primrose, right?
Nope... went online... now time pressing. Ma~nana.

Once knew fellow. Time management consultant. Stickler.
He'd be all over me. Priorities! Delegate! Squash... relax.

So, howdy, Chester. I've forgotten your last name. (ONI?) As-is.
Way it goes. No distress! Yours not my line of work. Kismet.
(Have to take this form after thinking to search Facebook.)

Then again, you've got to consider who constitutes your audience.

Had brief conversation with fellow attending writer's session.

Though the reads are obtrusive (stretching modus milieus) and some people are merely recounting what clinicians who conduct group therapy term "war stories," in this instance with constituent elaboration and a too often exhibited (thus the aural display) compensatory vulgarity. As if they feel somehow "liberated" from, shall we say, academic rigor. Beating their chests, poking their crutch, taunting their Über-Ich(s) before the ships at sea... take your pick of metaphorical monstrosities.

Now I once also knew a literary critic who "enjoyed" watching people make fools of themselves. Academics of a stripe do, I surmise, take pleasure in such disdain, sometimes to sadistic effect - and there we go, for what comes to mind (Facebook not being any place to have this out.) is sociopathic affect. Little Cornelius Vanderbilts getting off on ruination and "moving on."

I did not mention Grand Central Station (Busy As) to the writer, but said it was probably necessary for to find one's audience; to see what engages, what moves, what's effective. Otherwise, is it display behavior seeking strokes in a striving toward fortune and fame? Or a skew, which, in a transactional sense, they're simply talking to them's collective selves?

Cuppa Java don't need such rigmaroles.

MetalWerk

Loads taking an inordinately long time here.
Signal weak. Holding off won’t make it any better.
When there’s no hole, especially. Right?
“You mean outlet?”

Of course.

Well, it's being boosted from Safeway, for crying out loud.
Put an image through the mill; piece of work and a half.
Didn't have a look at the menu until ready to go.
Greek Shrimp Capellini. There's a matter of fusion.
They're only across the Ionian.

Got done. Got away. Time to get home.

Duct Tape Sagas

Left power cord behind at coffeeplace.
Processing photos, keeping in touch; waylayed.

On way out, didn't pack in attaché...
good thing still there. Back-up in worse shape:


This thing doesn't know what to focus upon.

Soup Tonight

Was going to do Chicken l'orange but went out for a while.

Writer's convention taking up space at coffee place as I processed my stuff. Couldn't sit up straight. Lounged. Then guys loudly running a meeting of the I Am Somebody Society took up the rest of aural adjacency. (Had to go to earbuds.) No class and I told them so.

Good Bible Study and I've delayed a read of suggested text; went to see R&B people at Char's. (After processing said stuff!) Except for staff and principals, all strangers. Don't get around much any more. Left and will make time for Hebrews 12.

That means no chicken.

Fortunately, scooped soups on sale yesterday.
Will suffice.

Would have liked to have taken pictures of Larry and Company.

Sparse crowd. Wouldn't have been unobtrusive.

Conflicted vis promotion too.

Verily, dramming only regular locus for such folk to earn living.

My, my... haven't posted in some time.

And some times I've had.

Haven't we all.

Tomorrow must remember to swing by Bookstar for this.

Highly recommended by someone out of the blue.
Then I've got a dragon shooting, along with some terrain nearby.

Agendas. One at a time. Which list to put them on?