And now mr rdr needs to write something amazingly witty. His many fans await and the giant sucking sound you hear is the vacuum created by the absence of my usual overwrought and ill-reasoned partisan blather.
Someone must fill it before there is a giant implosion - the blogosphere is depending on KJ, Pile, and spd rdr to save the day.
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care the death of each day's life sore labour's bath balm of hurt minds great nature's second course chief nourisher in life's feast
Sweet dreams, mr rdr. Your adoring audience will be here whenever.
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Please leave the first comment - there is something very funny about it, unlike my usual attempts at humor.
And thanks.
You got it, kid.
Don't get lost on me, ok?
I shall give it serious consideration, sir.
Travelers brave the road.
The thing that remains is done.
Hearts bend, songs yet sung....
Be well, Cass.
Thank you Portia. You, too.
And now mr rdr needs to write something amazingly witty. His many fans await and the giant sucking sound you hear is the vacuum created by the absence of my usual overwrought and ill-reasoned partisan blather.
Someone must fill it before there is a giant implosion - the blogosphere is depending on KJ, Pile, and spd rdr to save the day.
I'll hold him to it, Cass.
Don't forget the invitation to New York still stands...painting the town awaits:)
Travel seems to be in my future.
Who knows? :)
Two hours sleep and now I've got to save the world? Will no on rid me of this priest!
Heh heh.
I promise to give it a try.
But first need sleep.
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care
the death of each day's life
sore labour's bath
balm of hurt minds
great nature's second course
chief nourisher in life's feast
Sweet dreams, mr rdr. Your adoring audience will be here whenever.
Is that Woody Allen in the picture?
Nah, just some woody.
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