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.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
I got a phooone call! I got a phoooone call!
And it was from another blogger! Fritz Schranck just called the secret Possumline to torment me further about my recent attempt at vigorous digitational excision, and as always it (the telephone conversation) was incredibly enjoyable. One of these days, I intend to return his many kindnesses by inviting myself to stay at Schranck Manor in lovely Rehoboth Beach, along with -- my children.
We also commiserated about the telephone-call-in-a-meeting dilemma--Fritz's solution to one such instance was to convert another gentleman's phone into a cordless number. Heh.
Anyway, good to hear from you, Mr. Schranck, and as I mentioned to him, I will be going in to see my doctor early tomorrow morning to get the stitches taken out of my po' fanger. MEANING the much-anticipated AoW Thursday Three will, of necessity, be posted later than usual. But it will get posted, so stay tuned.
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