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Bobgirll over at 1 Girl, 4 Martinis, an old pal from the Llamas, linked to TPSAYE recently with a flattering little welcome back.

I’m reasonably sure that her enthusiasm is based on a bit of a mix-up.  Steve-O, who still maintains radio silence, is the mad-capped, zany Llama.  I’ve always been the dull, crabbity one. Surely Bobgirll was thinking of him and not me?

I’ve been trying to correct this misunderstanding, but Bobgirll’s comment thingy seems to be on the fritz today.  It occurs to me that it might be easier just to brush up on my orgling and buy her another drink.

twilightI recently became aware that Mrs. R and the eldest gel are scrimmaging with each other over possession of a book called Twilight by one Stephenie Meyers.

So far as I can tell, the book is some kind of romance about a girl who falls in love with a vampire.  Not, it is hastily pointed out to me, a ruthless, blood-guzzling, damned stalker of the night, but a caring, sensitive, metrosexual sort of vampire (at least with respect to the girl).  So far as I can make sense of what the ten year old tells me, a major part of the plot focuses on the vampire’s refusal to bite the heroine herself, even though she wants him to. (Make of that what you will, Dr. Freud.)

A quick check around the web suggests that there is already a movie version of this story as well, and that it is going like gangbusters.  (This shows you how often I get out – I’d never heard of it.)

I don’t yet know whether I should be getting cranked up over this or should just dismiss it from my mind as another silly fad.  As a precaution, though, I plan to increase the amount of garlic in my diet.


Diana Bathing (1760)

Granted, there’s no fruit apparently visible, but I’m sure there is something grape-based to drink in that vase on the lower left.

In addition to artistic merit, I felt compelled to post this painting for two reasons.  First, I felt it necessary to put paid to the recently-levelled charge that I am suffering from Pre-Raphaelites on the brain.

Second, this painting is the work of Giovanni Battista Tiepolo and I have a question for those of you who know the gunnegshun between Tiepolo and Anthony Powell:  Would you consider the 1997 tee vee dramatisation of A Dance To The Music of Time to be Netflix-worthy?  Discuss.

I’ve had a comment sitting in my spam queue the past couple days.  There’s no text and the title is simply “deleteme”.

I’m enough of a doofus when it comes to electronic publishing that this has put me in a quandary.

Should I delete it?

If I hit the flush button, will that cause the release of the worm hounds within the bowels of TPSAYE?  Is that even possible?

Or is the sender just messing with my mind with a bluff?

Any suggestions would be appreciated.


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