No, I didn’t get a job at the White House, I just had a little problem as a result of which all e-mails sent to me yesterday went to a dark place never to return. It started when my web-host, Mac Rabbi, and good buddy Ken made a valiant effort to inure me to Die Schpammermeisteren and stuff happened.
Anyway, Ken fixed the e-mail so if you sent me something and never got a reply it’s not just me being my usual insensitive self. It’s Ken’s fault. Boy, how often do I get to say that?
Not often enough.
Gotta savor this. It’s like a blue moon or the seven-year cicada singing its song.
Maybe we’ll even see Jesus on his big white horsie.
Please re-send me stuff unless you’re a MySpace band/singer.
