A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- teetering on the edge of the vanishing point it will be a reasonably amusing day today. hop across town to sister's house, doing the birthday thing for one of my nephews, thus clearing out the slew of March-babies in the family, a neice at the beginning of the month, another birthday last week, and the little space-monkey who turns six today. Of course, having the cash to spare after buying today's honoree the requisite toys, i decided it would be a good occasion to replace my little portable CD player and pick up a couple of those accessories necessary to test-drive the device. i would comment on that which dominates the News feeds, but i am keenly aware that i lack any intrinsic degree of relevance or significance to bother with it. Politicians will do what they do. Public opinion only counts in election years in the face of all things i am little more a presence than the buzzing of a fly 11:46 a.m. - 2003-03-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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