That's what they should call it. I have been utterly thwarted in my desire to spout off today about all manner of things. I have composed posts in my head about the niche market I inhabit, Jesse Jackson's ubiquitous presence at all media events (lurking like a ghastly spectre at Schiavo's bedside), and David Byrnne radio among other things. But noooo.... stupid Blogger.
Must go to Pasadena tonight. If I'm not too wiped out and it's not too late maybe I'll try flinging myself at the wall a few more times in the wee hours.
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