Today I continued to explicate Not Drivel and had the blessed idea to talk to Rudy Lentiger at DW TV about it, wee hours of my time zone, but not his

9.7.07 in my time zone, 3.28 am

How to fund this blog called Mostly NotDrivel, which it may or may not be, is always a question and most bloggers are proudly and defiantly impecunious and those that aren’t are frequently morons or simpleminded or toadies.

I was not gonna fund it to tell the truth, but cadge off people and churn my credit accounts over and over to wring out a wee bit of the green to live to write another page.

Or on the other hand, I could go bust, which I have been hysterically threatening to do, to all the people who freeload my product off of my butt, and live like a large community of barnacles, minnows and leeches off of me as I float around listlessly or furiously as the day may be, like a large sea mammal. Whale would be too easy, manatee would be closer especially since buxomness has always been a major feature.

So I had no plans to fund it as laughably it may be termed, but tonite I noticed Rudy Lentz or Rudiger Lentz or Rudi Lentziger, one of those three from Deutsche Welle TV looking at me like a sad daschund. Since he has one of those daschund looks chronically, this was not a stretch, but in my imagination I heard the sound of loud bawling.

Foolishly and fantastically, I attributed it to my short term boyfriend, the very sexy and iron pex, rock hard abs Peter Dolle.

This too is not a stretch since handsome Peter often does pretend bawling. I suspect this is a long stand trick of his to get what he wants from females aged 19-99. Also looking endearingly at their knees. I did not know how efficacious these two self evident and obvious tricks could be, and Tom Arnold could certainly use them, also Jay Leno, but Peter Dolle has them down pat.

These TV anchor and reporter boys have learnt a array of tricks which they practice and share on me. This includes the fake bawling, the remorseful yet reproachful glance, the what query glance, the aforesaid knee gazing, which Michael Holmes duly pulled on me, right after Peter Dolle, did, the lil minx, and the reproachful adjustment of the collar to indicate that whew they are feeling the heat.

Which being little rascal reporters, I can guarantee ya ass, dollars to holes in the mud, that they chuckle over as soon as they get their desired object or issue settled their way.
To their immense sorrow, I am either extremely dense or extremely wily, dense is more likely, and some how, managed to bypass many of their tricks, but I regularly fall for a few of them, so do not imagine I am patting myself or anything. Feeling rue is more like it for being fat, friendless and moneyless, so there ya go Rudy.