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, June 14, 2004
I am wore slap out.
Now that was a weekend. You may not know this, but it gets hot here occasionally. It is unpleasant when such a thing happens. You get all wet and stinky and lethargic, and you don't even really want to do any people-watching, because everyone else is just as wet and stinky and lethargic. And sometimes a LOT hairier. Blech.
ANYway--the entire, mind-numbingly boring recitation of the details of the weekend past await you in a while. This morning is going to be full of employment-related fun and excitement, so until I get back, here's a recipe for Chicken Prosciutto. It sounds delightful, I must say.
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