There are days when I hate you all, every last stinking one of you net users. Yesterday was that kind of day. The internet isn’t free! Shut up, shut up!
What’s wrong with the Olympics.
Actually, this has nothing to do with the book or the field Mrs. Ipstenu and I passed on our way to Cleveland. My retarded cat is dying and I don’t have spell check. I wrote the excerpt while on kablog, which is nice but has a limited interface…. Three lines isn’t enough. More poisted now.
Everyone else is writing about the Oscars, so why shouldn’t I? Normally I don’t watch them, but I did this time. Nothing else was on. Cope.