Feline Noir

I was intending to blip the chainsaw I bought, just after I tried it out, but there are just so many things a camera can make of a tool in a dusty basement. Try as many angles as you like. It's always dull fare.

On the other hand, one could start a corny crime novel by the way Laura Earle looks up from the Evening Bulletin and orders another cup of mud at the Midtown Diner.

"Stood up again on another cold night between thankless jobs in the Quaker City."