charlie chortle takes his polystyrene miniature models of nuclear explosions and himself to the please touch museum

my, my, my, where have i been? here it is early november 2008(..or is it 2009) and lordy me i don't even know where the month of october went. i guess moving out of that one horse town was a bit more than i bargained for. the eviction notice under my front door made it easy and aparrent i wasn't wanted there any more so i packed my bags and my collection of miniature polystyrene models of nuclear explosions and fled like someone set my ass on fire with kerosene, blowtorches and gunpowder. it's almost like it was a message from some superior being. so i heeded my call to move on, forget shirley, and look for work as a scientific journalist elsewhere. i got the bus to philadelphia and set up a makeshift refrigerator box near the please touch museum. in the day, i sold my miniature polystyrene models of nuclear explosions and before long, i made enough money to get an apartment. i went onto craig's list and found an apartment with 3 other roommates. they're all pretty much geeky student types and are never around so i basically have the place to myself. wahooo!