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.
Monday, February 16, 2004
...therefore, I must not be dead. The reflection in the mirror this morning, however, would tend to indicate otherwise. But, here I am, and there you are, which means that either I owe you money, or you're waiting to hear all about the weekend.
You'll have to give me a bit of time in either instance, although I can promise you will have one before the other. Sadly, the one that is more readily available cannot be used to purchase breakfast.
BUT, what I can give you are ripping yarns of Braces, Eating Out, Wal-Mart D'Amour, Driving to Columbiana, And Back, Seeing Mama'n'em, Buying Pants, Eating Out, Returning Pants, Groceries, Bad Thoughts in Church, Driving Some More, Wal-Mart Again, Where Everyone Started Going Instead of the Ruby Tuesday in Leeds, and I am Completely Insane.
Check back in a bit.
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