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This week's challenge for 'Boy' showed me a gaping hole in my photographic colletion. I don't seem to have many pictures of male children. The only other one I have is this one. This one wins on the cute factor.

I was sad to hear that Steve Irwin, the beloved if crazy Australian, has left us. After dealing with deadly snakes, snapping crocs, and a plethora of other deadly animals, a stingray was to be his end.

I can recall times when I was attending University, when money was tight and we would all stay in watching the Steve grab the deadliest snake in the world by the tail, or go swimming with a giant crocodile.

Thanks for the entertainment, Steve, we'll miss you.

The deadline for satisfying the city is fast approaching, and it does appear that I will manage to pull together everthing I need. It hasn't been easy and a great deal of thanks needs to go to Wes (No, silly, the other one...), for all his help. However, as fate would pull together, I haven't seen the last of TMUTS® yet.

Yesterday, as I was sitting at my desk, the phone rang. As the Muppets were singing to me, I noticed that the number was Withheld, and almost managed to avoid the whole thing. Usually I don't answer those calls, as they lend to telemarketers. Although, last night I was trying to organize a great deal of happenings with other people, so it was better for me to ensure they could get a hold of me.

I was not so lucky as to get a scripted telemarketer, but my vindictive ex-tenent and all his dreary, jump to conclusions, lash out at anyone, my God I've got nothing to do but dream up ways to screw over Wes mindset.

At first, it had a note of civility. You see, I let him know that he was still getting mail at my address. Hoping that he had a new place to send it to, or another friend to send it to, or at the very least a PO box to which I could package and send the pile of letters I continued the conversation. I would get no such luck.

It turns out that his brain short cicuited in such a way that he though I owed him some sum of money. The ridiculousness of the statement stopped all everything in my head.

WHAT ?!?!?!

I tried to remain calm and explain to him how pro-rating works, and that no matter how you add it up, you still owing me eight days of rent, plus untilies does not mean I owe you money. We dickered back and forth, and again the city and it's painful series of events came up. I was in the middle of explaining to him why no matter what he said, I would always believe it was him that placed that annonymous phone call when he lashed out in a way I never expected.

He threatened me. Not a physical threat, or I'm going to burn down your house or destroy your car which is what I did expect but instead an: "It would be a shame if I e-mailed your boss." I put out a, "Go ahead" before he hung up, and then I sat there and was dumbfounded by the whole ordeal.

It is entirely within possiblity of him writing something up and sending it to anyone to which I report. Isn't this called Blackmail? Can you bring someone up on charges of Attempted Blackmail?, or is the act of threatening it enough to constitute the entire act.... How about charges of Stupidity? I'm minorly worried about what he can do, but there isn't dirt out there black enough that he can cause any real damage by revealing my past. It's just going to be another long, drawn out process of getting rid of it, if he even manages to pull it off.

The only thing that came to mind when I saw this week's challenge on Photo Friday was this picture. Back from the days of shooting film, I pulled together this coin pile by taking all the loonies and higher out of my change jar and throwing then down in the sun.