2007nov28. Mail.
used to love visiting your website, and i don’t even know why i don’t any more.
It is like a lot of things that don’t make you think much – it becomes “familiar.” After you read this twaddle for about a year, you can even write your own Cardhouse-type entries in your head, and you’ve probably just finished this very sentence before me. So what’s the point of visiting? I agree wholeheartedly. You wrote that one too, didn’t you, you li’l scallywagger. And that. You’ve got the chops, kid. I’m turning over the keys. You write this thing for me for the next week. Your reward: come on, you know this part. [prods you] “The satisfaction of a job well-done.” There you go.
