"Each night the hunchback came down the stairs with the air of one who has a grand opinion of himself. He always smelled slightly of turnip greens, as Miss Amelia rubbed him night and morning with pot liquor to give him strength."
---from "The Ballad of the Sad Cafe" by Carson McCullers
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She rubbed him night and day eh? Sounds hawt!
arg, i haven't been here in forever. mainly because when i switched to firefox, i forgot the urls to a bunch of places i used to visit on my routine net-surfing expeditions. it wasn't a snub, it was just my horrible memory. arg, and i dont think i updated my bookmarks with erm, someone else's new blog either. it doesn't help that i've been at mike's a lot, and of course i have none of my bookmarks over there. i keep meaning to make a web page for myself with all my bookmarks so i can get to them from anywhere, but i keep not getting around to it. aaanyway, anthony, your blog is looking quite snazzy these days, and i shall endeavor to visit more often, if i may. -- cv
well, i read several entries and left my stanky comments all over them, AND i realized i should click the "other" radio button to fill in my name. or my initials, as i do. *feels accomplished*
who is that who posted what links to badly designed pages full of google text ads o.o
go to the linky. i like the pics that aren't obvious about having been photoshopped.
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