Ok. So. I've been dorking around a lot. Taking pictures. I need to upload them. So. I can have an empty card for the trip. Also. I forgot to write this. The other day there was no cable/internet. Today. It was thunderstormy. Ok. Mister E. tried to use the electric stapler while I was using it. So. He cut in front of me. But. I tried to reject him. It didn't work. So. His second time around. I tried to hit the eject button so it wouldn't staplize his paper. Second time. Didn't work. To add insult to injury. I decreed. Go ahead. Try to make a basket. And. If I had a digital camera. I'd take a picture of the work set up. To show you how it works. But. It sorta ascii looks like this.

sorry i have to use dots.

stapler
..______
___|...|_______
.........|...........|
.........|...........|
counter..|...........|copier island
.........|.trash can.|
.........|..._____...|
.........|___|....|___

so. yeah. Mr. E. Is a basket ball fan. And. Yeah. He threw it behind me but not over me. Off the wall. And. With the finger roll. Totally trashed the paper wad. So. He got me with the hat trick. I'm getting rusty. No one half a century old has ever scored a basket on me. Also.

Why do people write about people but try to keep it private? The internet is super such the public forum. In fact. They would just have to google my full name. Alexander Commander. And. They'd know I was talking about them.