I've been told to stop posting about so-called "pocket lint," ie, things that one finds in one's pockets. I posted about the slip of paper I picked up in Cancun with a warning against swimming with dolphins. I posted about the receipt from The Flying Saucer (which, mind you, helped Mark from Atlanta find a cool pub to visit).

But just so that the person accusing me of blog misuse understands the person with whom he's dealing, I should mention that this blog has seen posts about dishwashers, thin walls, shower curtains, and broken power transformers. I think I have the right to post about pocket lint. When reading this blog, I think my readers have come to expect a sufficiently minimal amount of intellectual content to consider posts about pocket lint standard fare.

If I wasn't so comfortably sitting in my bed with my laptop, I'd get up and take an actual picture of pocket lint. But that would take too much work, so please imagine some pocket lint. Or stick your hands in your pockets and take a look at your own. We all have it. Pocket lint is the universal clothing accessory.

Now that I think about it, I may add a new post category: pocket lint.