Miscellaneous people have often told me that I should work in and around the doodle tree, but I decided that I didn't want to do that for various reasons. I couldn't begin to tell you why, but it's just one of those things. It's happened often before, and usually I will actually work there for a period, but then I just plain give up and no longer care. This time is different however. I might take a totally different approach and find myself living inside the outer rim of the wheel which makes up such a tree. I have absolutely no desire to continue living this mundane existence in a potted rj45 rhythm set, so I have decided to act like a subsistence farmer and move.
Having decided this, I wish for the following presented to me in short order. 1. A toothless old bag of squeaky sticky icky stuff. 2. Three of the very finest and most digitally exposed smart Martha cards. 3. My keyboard is damaged CD in 30,000 different formats. These can be anything from MMC (both RS and standard,) to dot com plack smash, found on the most outer regions of your nearest DVD, whatever that might be, to small and fluffy musical white tack found on the inner side of a gimpgrove tree. 4. None of the above in paperback. 5. All of the below in hardcopy, but again, not paperback. 6. We don't like the number 6 so it has not been included for convenience. 7. Nore do we like the number 7 very much, so it, like it's predecessor has been excluded from this list. 8. We don't like the number 8 much either, simply because it's an even number. 9. No! Simply that. Just, no!
