A little spill from heaven (wipe gently upon contact)

Life continues unabated here in the exciting New England region, where sunny skies continue to hector us sweetly and in the meantime, Obama seems to think he's caught that legendary canary. Cat and the canary, hey what. So I'm reading British journalists who are wise enough to keep their perspective on the U.S. of Mess's troubles and give us nice starchy articles, as featured by Ms. Churchill in The Independent. Who knew we'd all grow up in such exciting, troubled, fragmented times, my fellow Gen-Ex'ers? In the meantime, the Y'ers yawn and look at their I-Pods and download another three million songs. I don't envy 'em - it was cool to be part of the MTV generation. Also vaguely depraved and depressing, but still cool, my sweets, still cool.

So - my latest crush is Martin "sweep the leg" Kove, who despite being 61 or something is still one of the hottest men I've ever seen in my life. Has to be that Pisces charm (ahem - from one Neptune child to another, eh what eh what). I have finally moved into my own apartment and am even in a position to buy a used car, which will make me happier than a box of chocolate cookies dipped in sweet cold milk. I haven't had a car for literally years and am looking forward to driving one yet again!

Ah, life, song of songs, victim of victims, hero of heroes, and on and on it goes (and where, alas, it stops, not a damned bleeping fool knows).

Until we meet again, my pets.

Growl!