Garoo

So, let the half dozen people waiting in my inbox (how can you hold in there? it’s so small, it doesn’t look comfortable at all) not panic, or at least not worry, or better yet, keep on not caring: I just have a cold, with a red nose and wet eyes, not that I’m sad or anything, but my eyes are fragile, they’re real sissies, and, so, well, my brain is not available to answer to e-mail.

Well, yeah, your brain is much more important to writing mail than a blog. I think. As far as I’m concerned, at least. I don’t like it when people I talk to are gliding ten feet above the ground, I find that rude, so I’m not gonna inflict it on my e-pals. Whereas on my readers, yes, I am. Because. And yet.

Oh, and I’m definitely not satisfied with the page header. I don’t know who made it for me, but it really doesn’t fit my site. What, you’re saying I would have done it? No way, it must be a gremlin, I only make those graphics that are nice. That’s the big advantage of sharing your computer with imaginary creatures from outer space: I can pretend not to be responsible for my failures, and people just believe me.