September is the schizophrenic sibling in the Year Family—one day a beastly 90°, the next day fighting off dinosaurs in the living room. Dust off your crock-pots, it’s time for meat and vegetables to mingle on the countertop for hours.
Once Upon A Time, I got a massage in September. It was from a hobbit—he blessed the vessel that was me and scampered around the table like his footsies were on fire. When it was over, he requested a hug. I consented because I have never hugged a hobbit and I didn’t want to crush his tiny hobbit-heart.

I’m sure you knew that.


Ham!

Perhaps you recognize that man?
His pants are usually radioactive, but not for this card.
It was time to pry open the (heirloom-quality) tupperware lid. Time to expose the rotting and pungent living carcass to the unblinking eye of its critics.
Now, readership of the Zeichen Press blog hovers somewhere between cable-access viewership and meaningful Craigslist encounters.







YOU MUST REALLY BE SUFFERING!



(I was just as stoic as the woman in the above illustration while they performed my surgery. Eyes wide open, no tears.)
But I’ll do it for you, reader, because I’m a giver. A GIVER.


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(WARNING: The above image IS NOT AN ACTUAL BUTTON, MOM)

How could I have been so blind for so long?!
