Clue of the Day. You do not deserve a Clue of the Day because you have figured too much out too quickly. So just go here and put me out of my misery, won't you?
Since you are asking: No, I could not possibly have a race shorter than a marathon as my goal below. But thank you for your stupid thoughts.
I have belched out my worries, so they are in me no more. I was getting apprehensive about "12 Stories About Eileen" not having been accepted to the Vinegar Hill Film Festival with barely three weeks left before the screenings, but I have been told my the organizer that they have not looked at the tapes yet. Whew.
Song Going Through My Head Today of the Week: John Anderson's "Countrified", which, and this will make no sense to anyone except moM and Ed and Kim, was a KIFG song from my childhood. I want an MP3 of it, please, despite that (now that I've looked at the lyrics for the first time) it's a really idiotic song.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
