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Everyone in the Blogosphere knows that stidh lives on the
edge - of insanity.

But it's not just me folks.

The computer on which I write my really cool posts : ] has
msn.com for its homepage - and this is the type of thing I see
on a daily basis:


~actress turns into man for film

~baboon helps out in a search for bigfoot

~tiger's ex levels mansion - now I'm thinkin' she was taking
out her pentup rage by leveling the mansion they lived in
together and really who could blame her cause he cheated on
her bigtime but hey I like tiger and I believe his defining moment
is yet to come but they don't call me stidh for nothing.

wrong - she has the money so she had her new mansion
leveled to build another really big and cool mansion
more power to her

~santorum booed in N.H.   : )  - rotten eggs and overripe tomatoes
would have been what I would have used

~great physicist most mysified by women:  ya gotta love Stephen
Hawking.  Of all the wonders of the Universe that his great mind
has pondered over - he now admits that the greatest wonder of them
all is women.   girls rule


At this point I would like to share something with you dear nonreaders
and certainly noncommenters.  It is about how I really don't need help
falling over into the abyss - and yet the night before last as I was getting
ready for bed and listening to my little portable radio - I heard sounds
coming from it that made me think that although I hadn't reached the
bottom of the abyss I was surely on my way.

Now sometimes string quartets - actually never listen to them myself -
can be very pretty and soothing.

But not this one.

The sounds coming from my radio were truly insane.

They were:

~squeaky and screechy

~abstract

~scary


and then it ended all too abruptly - kinda like a joke that bombs


and I laughed - not a happy carefree sort of laugh - but the insane sort
of laugh when you just know that Someone Out There is maybe going
just a bit too far with you before He pulls you back to safety.


I can tell you folks that I hurried along and hopped into bed - burying
myself under the many comforters I require - and that's why they call
them comforters - and went right to sleep.








but not before I got my nightly fix - ten minutes of bill maher's
standup comedy