Monday, September 25, 2006

the cheese stands alone

the city had its way with our block on friday, reducing the delapidated building alongside to a pile of rubble. the air's now a mix of sodden carpets and old sofas with delicate septic undertones, and the homeless guy who used to live there is now, well, homeless again.





sexy chicken, quest que cest.

5 comments:

fatmammycat said...

Oh great Finn, now you get to hear probably years of 'building work'. Vile.
God, were you forced to play dreaded basketball too?

finn said...

city guys are still thumpering around out there -- lou's bobbleheads have been bobbling merrily all morning.

i played bball for only a season. it didn't take long for the coaches to figure out that no amount of altitude could make up for my ineptitude on the court, and they'd have nothing to do with me after that.

so much for my mum's well-intentioned effort to get me involved in Team Sports. i imagine that you hung in there longer than i did.

so glad to hear you're back to running. have you conquered your pesky stitches?

fatmammycat said...

You know, I've been so focused on my head not exploding I haven't given the stitch situation to much thought and I've been running outside which is a new one for me. Shins were a bit sore today on the bigger of the park inclines and but nothing major. I'll give it another week or two before I bring the distance back to what I was doing and then we'll see.
Oh and I played basketball for three miserable years before I completely revolted. I absolutely hated my coach and her fucking whistle with a passion and she wasn't too fond of me either. I hated hockey too. I am not a team player.

Theo said...

I had no idea you're actually neighbors with Miss Henrietta! What's she like? Is she nice? Is she funny? Does she talk about me? Espresso or chickenbutt decaf?

finn said...

i am surprised your ears aren't burning All Day.