This reminds me of the people Bob Dylan used to write about (in the mid-60's) who felt compelled to talk to other people about how much they didn't need Bob Dylan. "I don't need Bob Dylan one bit!" they would say. "In fact if he was here right now, I'd tell him just HOW MUCH I don't need him!" The trouble was, that after awhile they began to hate themselves for needing to talk so much to other people about how much they didn't need Bob Dylan, and then they started blaming Bob Dylan for it...and it sort of became a vicious circle.

The same thing has been know to happen regarding William Shatner...and now Spaw.

What does this mean? Has Spaw hit the Big Time???

Let's see who can outyawn who around here, and then cook up some kind of award for it...like a T-shirt saying: "I'm so bored I could just roll over and die."

We could also have a loneliness contest. "I'm lonelier than you are." "Oh, no-o-o-o you're not!" "Am too!" "Betcher not!" "Well, look, I am, okay? I'm as lonely as a rooster in a pen full of rabbits." "Yeah, well, that's nothing! I'm lonelier than a rooster on a desert island with a TV that doesn't work, and no electricity either..."

Whaddya think, Spaw? Who's lonelier? You...or me? Who is THE CHAMP???

The really disturbing thing about all this is that if the world turns on its side, giant tidal waves wipe out the coastal regions, and planetwide earthquakes destroy civilization as we know it...then the Mudcat will cease to exist...and...and...we won't be Queen Bees or Big Fish in this little pond any longer, and GUEST, Truthtroller won't even have the satisfaction of rubbing it in because...the Internet will be down!

This is the sort of thing that makes Inner Clique people toss and turn at night. I don't mind saying that it's put me off my granola bars I'm so worried about it...

- LH