Monday, August 29, 2005


I seem to have fallen off the Blandwagon over the last few days. Please forgive me. It can be attributed to three things:

1) An old illness has flared up. Nothing life or even lifestyle threatening, but uncomfortable.

2) The lingering memory of 'Wedding Crashers' haunts me still.

3) Someone* came to Get On The Blandwagon by googling 'Rose Porteous Naked'. I think Shakespeare put it best when he wrote, 'O brave new worlde, that hath such sicke nutjobbes in it.'**

* I suspect Willie.

** From 'The Tempest of the Shrew', Act 5, Scene 1. Enter Shrew with Chorus of Long-Suffering Poodles...


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