L.A. CONFIDENTIAL!!,
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Hi, my name is Bill, and I’m a tropical storm,
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Veni vidi beachy, or, aw—forget it…too many possible titles. Anyway, as you can no doubt surmise, I have returned from holiday at lovely Orange Beach, Alabama to the lovely embrace of unvacation. Blah.

Got in here to work and it was just like I haven’t even been gone—of course, it’s hard to understand what I thought might change in seven days, but, you know, you sorta hope…

Anyway, I have a bunch of e-mails from you good people that I have to tend to—Chet the E-Mail Boy has them in a neat stack over by the mimeograph machine. He’s fine, by the way—he had eaten all of his corn flakes up after the first couple of days, but I think his lady friend dropped by and brought him some food because I found a Hardee’s sausage biscuit wrapper in his trash can. Whatever—as long as she’s buying, I suppose it’s okay.

After I get all of the e-mail sent out, I will be composing all sorts of lurid yarns describing our jaunt to the Gulf Coast and posting them throughout the day. Check back in periodically, and there will be all sorts of stuff. Nothing really different from what’s normally here, but it will be the very newest in repetitive mundanalia!
posted by Terry at 9:36:00 AM