I found a paint brush today. I used it to dust a table. It took me ten minutes. I felt like a giant that was just trying to get by in the bad economy, sweeping a stranger's oddly shaped living room. Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell a twenty-dollar bill. Maybe the young'uns will eat tonight. They're twelve feet tall, they needs all the foods theys can gets. ... I feel obligated to post every now and then, otherwise I start to feel like a creeper for lurking.