Oh! Poor/lazy intersection met

Us, yesterday

Garrison Keillor (no, really) once wrote that he knew his family was poor growing up because they had such a lousy vacuum cleaner.  Similarly, the fact that the driver's side seat belts in both of our cars have lost the "retracting" action (that is to say: when you get out of the car, the seatbelt no longer zips right back in place, and one needs to make sure one isn't closing the car door on the belt and fastener apparatus) means we are very, very poor or lazy or both.  Actually, if there was a way to get them both fixed for, say, 100 bucks I would do it.  But am too lazy to Google about it.  So, yes, maybe really lazy, rather than "poor" in any way that may insult the actually indigent.

Sabbatical?

The second picture ever posted here, for instance. From
memory!

Running out of space in my storage on Blogger, I deleted years of photos from Nick Eddy Relents: The Early Years, so as to seamlessly continue being Your Only Source of Information Ever Again.  I thought I would check to see where I stood recently and damn if they didn't give all bloggers 15GB of additional space or some shit, so now all those pictures and are gone and the really thorough reader will just have to go all the way back to the beginning just imagining how the posts were illustrated.  Piece of cake, since my prose creates vibrant pictures in the mind, obviously.  Still, should I take a month off work and try to replace every picture?  Guessing I could be up to 88% accurate in matching what was formerly there.

Still, 88% is not good enough.  Perfection or nothing!

Caveat

There's actually something terrible on nearly every page, but am just hitting the highlights.