A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, a friend from college joked about summer...in a northern town such as we were in...that it was like Whaling Season: short...but with a lot of large, white bodies beached on the sand, baking - unappealingly - under a colorless sky. So. Here we go. It's whaling season.
(Believe it or not, I started this blog - with the above paragraph as my first post - on July 6th, 2005. Damn. I should really figure out what I'm doing.)
(I also took down about 1000 posts in a fit of "what am I doing this for" and "I can't believe I actually wrote that crap" insanity. All of those posts now live on a hard drive in my desk drawer. And yes, it really was *that* insane.)