On Saturday I bought a copy of this bad boy ( yes, for sentimental reasons ):
Please excuse the grainy resolution. The camera in the Treo prefers well lit environments.
Should I nurture one through life, I’ll document my progress with photos. Imagine deliberately growing a rotting potato for fun and profit! Oh man, I love this country.
In other news, another good writing session. Finished out with just under 800 words. Note the recent up tick on the word count meter. Began later this morning than the routine prescribes, clocking in at 6AM. The cats did a drive by on the Wife at 4AM and neglected my complimentary wake-up call.
Hey! That could be fun! Don’t knock it til u try it! Those Asian folks have a great handle on how to reduce stress….. *ponders picking up a bag of taters*
go go gadget potato!
Does that make you feel nostalgic for pretty Zsa Zsa Tubore? Wasn’t that her (its?) name?
Ah, yes this post:
http://www.samhilliard.com/wordpress/2005/01/18/housecleaning/
I’m deeply intruiged by this. And yet, profoundly grossed out. My culture scares me sometimes.
Ah, the Zsa. I remember her fondly: wrinkled skin, enormous hair. Of course I’m talking about the potato. Who did you think I meant?
you know, has Zsa Zsa had any visible means of support for the last 40 years? how doth she look so good for a no budget existence?