The meaning of life in one act.
And to think I wasted six hours watching “Angels in America” on the outside chance I’d get to see a robed Roy Cohn playing the harp. Or a confused Ethel Rosenberg exclaim, “a dingo ate my baby!”
…Speaking of baby-eating, I’m working to update to my blogroll. To do this, I had to take down a couple of my link lists. But they should be back shortly. Like, say, two weeks…?
Also, I’d like to thank all of you who have gone out of your way to welcome me back to blogland. So you know, I was here in spirit the entire time.
It’s just that my body and mind were off doing more interesting and productive things.
By which you mean, of course, “One year.”
My comment refers to your mention of “two weeks.” It made sense until you modified the post.
Dirty post-modifier.
Sorry ‘bout that, Joe.
It’s just that my body and mind were off doing more interesting and productive things.
That’s just crazy talk.