The LP Erector Set

I've bitched from time to time about the notes I keep.

One would think, were one I, and were one actually paying any kind of attention to the shit that spews from my fingers to the blogosphere, that one would take better notes. But alas, one has not yet learned.

But just so you understand what I have to work with, I give you the gilded Tome of LP (scrap x.23 of Y pile):



{Sigh}

Yep, Jerkin' the Vamp. That was the last item not crossed off the list.

What does that mean? Am I admitting something?

I implore you to believe me that I have no idea. I'm mostly sure that I don't mean jerking off a vampire. I'm also pretty sure that Mr. Jerk has nothing to do with it. Sometimes I think that I would give my left arm to remember the meanings of all of the "notes" that I've left myself.

And not just because the right arm is the jerkin' tool.

By the by, I've just noticed that the discerning reader may finally catch the "punch line" to a particularly lame ball of wax that I posted to The Blogger Cooler.

And now, for dramatic flair, I end this post thusly:

Finis.