Lord help me. I have been off the evil weed (translation: I quit smoking) for two weeks today. That's not bad. I believe it was Mark Twain who said, "Quitting smoking is easy. I've done it hundreds of times." Or words to that effect. It seems like nicotine deprivation is affecting my brain. Better find something to replace it with. And before you say anything, I was on the patch for three days. Gave them up; too much hassle to shave portions of the torso/arms to place the damn things, plus they didn't burn worth a damn once I rolled them up.

Who's for more coffee? OK, I'm a caffeine addict. Sue me. Yeah, me and Frank J, keeping coffee pushers in business for decades. If either one of us decided to quit drinking coffee (and don't even joke about that at this point in time -- one addiction at a time, IF you please), the economy of Brazil would tank. And, like Frank, I don't like monkeys. Don't ask why.

I can't write like Frank. For that matter, I can't write like Bill Whittle, either. Now, that can be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your viewpoint. (Gather 'round, kiddies. It's time for today's lesson in situational ethics!) On the minus side, I'll never get readership like either one of those gentlemen. On the plus side, I don't have to wrack my pathetic brain trying to be funny or enlightening.

ET: Good thing, too, 'cause you suck at both.

Bigwig and company over at Silflay Hraka (snicker - I love that name) have set up a little area in the down called the Warren where people who don't want to set up their own blogs can blog from the Warren. Neat idea, Bigwig! Can I come visit occasionally? I'll be good.  ¶ 3:36 PM