And you should see the crazy junk mail I now get. In a land of excess, as you can imagine, the junk mail knows no bounds.
Sure, I love getting mail from Bebe Neuwirth, but the million charities, crappy coupons and hassling for other subscriptions is turning me into the world's best recycler.
$1 an issue for The New Yorker though. Hard to be cranky for long.
Jus and I are addicted to the cartoon caption contest. We try and enter each week, though its a real test of brevity and lateral thinking. If we're ever a finalist you can be sure I'll be emailing everyone I know and their six month old babies to vote for us.
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