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, June 02, 2004
I caught the last part of this last night after getting home from Rebecca's practice. There was something familiar about Miss Australia, and I finally figured out that she looks like my big tall blonde friend Tracy I used to work with. I never saw Tracy in a bathing suit, though. As for the show, I sure wish they would teach them to walk a bit more gracefully. And more Daisy Fuentes, please, but whatever you do, get rid of Lil' Billy. And don't show pictures of Donald Trump's head.
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