Tobit kills the vacuum cleaner

Well, while the rest of you were down at Wrightsville beach snapping amusing photos of each other, I attempted to clean off my desk (where I make all the magic happen) and vacuum my office over the holiday weekend. It was kind of like when the Nazis opened the ark of the covenant in the final scene of Indiana Jones: Raider of The Lost Arc. My vacuum cleaner did not understand the power of the filth in which I live and breathe and make stuff happen, and the intrepid vacuum expired in a shorted out mess of smoke and hot currant, legos, synthetic horse hair and cat pee. You remember those Nazi faces melting as the power of the arc destroyed them, that is exactly what happened to my vacuum cleaner as I tried to clean up the office over memorial day weekend. Despite that, Mrs. Tobit and I did enjoy a couple of relaxing evenings and even managed to entertain one of Mrs. Tobit's most charming friends and colleagues, Lady Wulkzin, and her young charge Thomas, a very pleasant evening indeed, as well as a luncheon at the Weave with K.A.G., who you all know by now will not ACTUALLY be recycling her own water on the earthship. Look, I gotta go cook something up for tomorrow, you all ROCK ON, keep it real, keep Poe alive, WWCamusD, and so wieter und so weiter...