Gosh. There's so much going on right now: Bob Woodward's cockblocking; Cheney's lashing out; the threat of an Avian flu pandemic is still looming; the Plan B pill will be offered over-the-counter in Canada but not in the US, because it'll turn us all into raging sluts who kill babies left and right; and so forth.
And I don't even know what to say, because everything I wanted to say has already been said.
I need a muse.
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Hmm, how about discussing "The Prince of Tides," which is neither about a prince, nor tides.
(I owe that one to Coffee Talk)
I have something on my mind (non-blog) that I just can't shake. Heh heh. Maybe an ice-pick lobotomy is just the ticket.
Hey Jonsey, by that same token, Rhode Island is neither a road, nor an island. Let's discuss.
A peanut is neither a pea nor a nut..
I hate it when that happens. Sometimes I will not get home until ten at night, and by then, most news stories have been commented out.
I can be your Muse, hun. Just because a story's been reported by the MSM doesn't mean that you can't blog about it. If those were the rules, there wouldn't be blogs.
Hell, I do an Assclowns of the Week every sunday night and I depend on people knowing what I'm talking about (altho I do provide hyperlinks).
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