Today I released myself from my pen (the driver’s seat of a Honda Accord — and you thought your cubicle was cramped), and I’m having a free range Friday.

Apropos nothing: I think when I’m slaughtered being free range will make me more succulent.

All the custom blogs would have a picture of some sort of cow at this point in the upper right hand corner. And they’re all made out of WordPress Ticky-Tacky and they all look just the same.

Apologies to Malvina Reynold, who was a communist and who wrote the little boxes song. It’s OK to apologize to communists these days, because the telescreen informs me we’re at perpetual war with the terrorists now, not the communists.

It’s important to stay current.

Woops, I let a little politics slip. Anything is likely to happen on a free range Friday.

There should be music.

Yahoo Music Unlimited is THE killer app of the Internet. Anyone who tells you different is a terrorist. You’re with me or you’re against me. No, but seriously, if you have a few bucks and are looking for a good time, don’t call that number in the stall, boys, get yourself a Yahoo Music Unlimited account.

It’s high time I got a Free Range Friday. I was getting a serious case of real estate brain.  Be that as it may, one could read this Free Range Rhapsody and conclude that I haven’t yet thoroughly recovered from it.

CC&Rs. Loan to value. HOA. Run the comps, the comps, the comps.

Ironically, my real estate brain was preventing me from writing about real estate, which is what this blog is supposed to be about when it’s not gone feral.

“What happened to that poor broker, Malva?”

“He done gone feral!”

Papa was a rollin’ stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home. And when he died, all he left us was a loan. (With negative amortization, that bast$%d!).

By popular demand: it’s coffee time.

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