Gandalf on Crack

“You are: ‘Gandalf on Crack’ (c) 2002” (another one from yesterday’s mail, the perpetrator was kind enough to copyright his remark, used by permission)

So the ad rep left me a voice mail message, then when I got around to calling her back, she told me, “I was just checking your kittycam to see if you were there.”

My ad rep – she was telling me how the Austin Chronicle is going to be shrinking. Paper costs too much these days, and I’ve got a small, back page ad running. As an experiment, I’ll be getting my voice mail number listed in the classified section. This isn’t news, it’s been up on the e-mail form for a while. I’m not adverse to talking on the phone, I just don’t really enjoy folks calling me when I don’t want to answer the phone, or other times, when I pick up the hotline and answer with smart-ass comment. Only to discover it’s a client with a delicate situation. I used to use Bubba’s line, “So I told the officer….” But that’s backfired once or twice.

Tuesday means two meat special at Green Mesquite. Served up by a Leo with a Gemini in attendance. I snapped my spy camera outfit together, and as I walked along, I kept trying to find things to take pictures of. Remember, the camera’s resolution isn’t great, and I don’t like to spend any time doctoring stuff up in the graphics program, so I was trying to capture that elusive quality that makes a walk in the rain so interesting. The two graphics I’m using a lot of these days, the lion’s head’s tongue door knocker [from Amsterdam’s famous Red Light District] and one of my shots of the Marfa Mystery Lights’ Texas highway marker, both came from the “spy cam.” I didn’t get any great pictures, so I wasn’t too forlorn when the process of transferring the images wiped out the day’s digital image stash. The gray quality to the “almost rain” sort of dampened my enthusiasm for much of anything. Even the cat didn’t take to getting loved on.

The odd thing about that ad? In the last few weeks, remember, this has been running for over a year now, but just recently, what I’ve heard from clients, calling for readings, that ad lends credibility. Just goes to show….

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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