It saddens me to think that while I was off cavorting at a gig or a dinner party, Mom's quality of life was so seriously compromised. Gentlemen, the Mother of All BS is not a raggle-taggle scrum, or a juvenile free-for-all! We have standards! Please mend your sorry ways in the True Spirit of MOAB!

It ALSO saddens me to think of how much brown beer I drank last night--so much, in fact, that I couldn't remember the lyrics to "Arthur McBride" in correct order. Now THAT is sad!

I am better now, though.

I hope Gnu's eyes are proceeding to heal apace. The Gnuzer always did have an eye for news.