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.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Some People Have WAY Too Much Time On Their Hands
Exhibit One, courtesy of Jordana Adams, who seems to be suffering from a terrible obsession; namely, the idea of getting me in touch with my feminine side.
Upon viewing this monstrosity, one is reminded of the lyrics to the old Kenny Rogers song:
You've painted up your lips
And rolled and curled your tinted hair--
Ruby, are you contemplating going out somewhere?
The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down,
Oh, Ruby...don't take your love to town.
Seek treatment, Jordana. Quickly.
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