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Notes from the handbasket we're all riding in / for the fire and brimstone in your pen. |
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Well now. One more kick at the can. I dimly recall previous editorial attempts conducted in rather dismal surroundings (much like languishing newspaper rooms in which the rats have chewed up and spit out what's left of the newsprint - washed down with printer's ink.) Ah me. I figure...what with all that's going on out there in the real world right now - one can simply dive into the ever-expanding digitized collective escapes from reality (whatever they might be) or perhaps instead, come up for air and once the lungs are filled, start yellin'! A good howl once in awhile isn't such a bad thing. It breaks up the cholesterol deposits. Dusts off the tops of bookcases. Keeps the neighbors honest. Wakes the dog. Kindles a good appetite for supper. Improves the love life. Replaces what was lost...(whatever that was.) So - as the title suggests, whatever rants are in your pants, they're welcome here. (dresses, lungies and bathrobes optional.) cheers, jp |
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