Renaissance!

I am BACK! Blog banishment set me on edge. Every time I attempted to type I was blocked by blogger who apparently is prejudiced against emails based in a certain singing group. I had so many ideas that now elude me. None of them will ever be committed to the virtual parchment of the internet. Be thankful for that.

I must, of course, thank Falco who redeemed me like a pawnshop pen.

Sorry. I am trying out some bad similes. It's how I get psyched before entering the Bulwer-Lytton Writing competition! Before you google it, why not feast your eyes on this gem:

Archibald Aqueous was a man who never had enough time, whose life was consumed ravenously by a desperate desire to to good by his job, and by his aging daughter who was not satisfied with the breast implants his money could buy; and yet, when, mid-phone call, a latex-laden alien beamed him up into the leviathan spacecraft, he just managed to tell his secretary to cancel his 3 o'clock.

Enter it if you want, but I don't think it is bad enough.

Signing off, I love you like a toothless, three-legged, blind terrier loves to express rage by deafening the rest of us, but we don't really mind because the realms of 'ruff-ruff' are the only vents the poor thing has left.