That's the sound my brain is making. Or maybe it's the soft-tissue in my joints.
Either way...
Much scrambling this week to get various things done. Some are social obligations. Some just personal matters that have to be addressed before the weekend.
Slightly-maddening.
Got the lion's share done as of a half-hour ago. That's something, at least.
Meanwhile, the gods of perversity are f*cking with me. Bastards.
Meh. Could be worse, I guess.
No "Fringe" until Nov. 4. I am sad.
The Day the Undertaker Rained on the Parade
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Chris Woodyard (previously at Neatorama) found a story from the *Weekly
Raleigh Register *that appeared on the front page on July 1, 1885. Although
the t...
4 hours ago
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