Friday Drive-By Posting

Yup. Work, work, work; act, act, act. That's all I do. Then I leave work.

Have I told you there's yet another infestation of Raincoaster at my place? Apparently it followed someone home one day and has made itself at home. One hears it crawling through the ventilation ducts and snickering to itself as it caresses the keyboard of the computer mushily slurring "myyyy pressshhhusss". This has less to do with the beaky mouth and lack of lips that it has to do with the vast quatities of alcohol the creature consumes. It has finished the vodka, and even made inroads on the beer (a substance it claims to abhor). I recycled the vodka bottle, and inside included a note begging anyone who finds it to leave, and not to return to this once-happy village, but to alert the air force. It's a sacrifice, but one I'm prepared to make. And after all, I'll be out of town ...

As proof of the creature's presence I have enclosed the following picture:


Raincoaster footwear, viewed through our front window. Note that this is not the complete collection--obviously this set is insufficient to cover all of the pseudopods.

Clearly the unfortunate proprietor of The Zen of Steve has had some experience with the Moist Maven. I would suggest that said proprietor immediately acquaint themselves with one of the upstanding charitable organizations dedicated to helping people recuperate from the horrid experience. Particularly if it was undergone sans alcohol.

Alternatively, the French Foreign Legion is still accepting recruits.