Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
I don't want to disappoint Dave.
Dave wrote me a bit earlier, with no small amount of disappointment and chagrin. It seems Dave believed that I, in all of my morning's historic reveries, had forgotten one of the other world-altering occurrences that happened on this date. An event, much like the defeat of the British at New Orleans, that would thrust America into the forefront of the world stage. Lest any of the rest of you become all shook up that I may have neglected to mark this day, let me say--Ladies and gentlemen, today marks the birthdate of Elvis Aaron Presley.
With humble beginnings from his small Tupelo, Mississippi boyhood home, Elvis Presley would become a world star--shaking hands with a Quaker, marrying a really hot chick, and even in his eternal rest having his own signature wine.
Be sure to visit the Elvis-a-Rama Museum when you reach Las Vegas. (Free shuttle service available.)
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