You know…

When I first started writing this nonsense, I made a conscious effort to not allow Possumblog to be easily categorized—one day might be strongly political; the next literary; the third sheer bloviational madness; the fourth, somewhat like the first and the third, but with grated nutmeg; and then a fifth in which I say mean things about people in the news and plot world domination. I don’t particularly know why I necessarily felt, and feel, so strongly the need to throw all these innocent words around higgledy-piggeldy and be so resistant to convenient fileability, but the effort seems to be paying off. Witness the following search strings in which slow, furry Possumblog is returned as a search result:

does soledad o'brien smoke?

Oh man, and how!

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Yes, it's square, too.

"all stove up"

Oh man, and how!

debra jo fondren

The only thing that made the 1970’s bearable. Or bareable, I suppose.

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You know, this just can't be a real good idea.

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Sigourney Weaver or Dennis Weaver or Charlie Weaver? Please be more specific.

physical therapy jobs posting in scandinavian

Scandinavian is such a beautiful language. I’ll be on the lookout for anything that says aahrmbrakenpooshenshov.

Anyway, I am happy and proud to say that Possumblog still manages to defy any and all attempts at rational classification.
posted by Terry at 2:58:00 PM