RILEY: I'm completely bummed about Joanna's situation.
MOONDOGGIE: Me too. I'm bummed too!
MOONDOGGIE: Yeah. I mean...I have my cheek on your bum. Although I guess in America we'd say I'm "butted," or "assed."
RILEY: Okay, it's really important that you shut up until further notice.
MOONDOGGIE: I can hear the ocean!
Via fellow Crapper, the Minx, who received an email sent on borrowed hospital wifi, we've learned that Annti was indeed evicted, and is now living the vagabond life so eloquently evoked in the 1971 Cher hit, "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves." What's more, she's come down with pneumonia -- not surprising, as homelessness seems to be a fecund breeding ground for disease -- and was forced to blow a substantial portion of her dwindling funds on ER treatment.
Mary and I have squeezed the bank account for everything we can -- which admittedly wasn't much -- and I'm sure many of you have done the same. But if anybody has a few extra bucks, Annti could really use it right now. She has no mailing address, alas, but if you're not adverse to Payment by Pal, you can click the button on the right side of her blog here.
On a less depressing, but equally mind-bending note, check out this testimony to the Lincoln, Nebraska city council by a woman who can't pronounce the word "intestines" properly. I'm fairly convinced it's Pastor Swank in drag: