Thoughtless for the Day

Appy-polly-logies for the lack of posts this week. I've been on-call, and by now we all know what that does to my schedule. While being tethered to a pager has prevented me from getting to see Jebuz Camp, Vienna and I were still able to rendezvous with Mr. and Mrs. Dean Clean and attend the fabled Media Yard Sale (Unfortunately, I was paged just as I was leaving the house to catch Joe at Clark Park) [Dean and Joe: If either of you are reading this, I've written a song for you called "All the Wrong People Are Jamming with Elvis Costello"]

Well, like I said, at lease I got to go to the Media Yard Sale: and am I ever glad I did. Get ready to get all jealous and sing the Drama Queen Song because, for a mere $800, I managed to score an authentic Albert Camus autographed baseball bat.

Maybe my lack of formal education is to blame, but until yesterday afternoon I had no idea that between the time when he graduated with his degree in philosophy and when he married morphine addict and baseball stats junkie Simone Hié, Albert Camus spent four years playing Major League ball in America (including one season with the Philadelphia Phillies! I paid another $30 for a Camus baseball card: a steal!) where he picked up the nickname "The Plagueless Joe".

In a couple of years I should be able to retire off the money I make selling Camus' bat on Ebay. Why wait a couple of years? Well, Bush is currently reading The Stranger (maybe he's looking for tips on Arab-killing?), and as we all know from Bush's struggle with Charlotte Simmons the textually-challenged Texan reads at a rather slow pace, and I'd like to give him a chance to finish the book Just in case he wants to bid on the bat.