connectivity. i felt better here. but now it's later. i'm bleary from lack of sleep and the seduction of false spring into blizzard. i told bark obomba's mama i would phitz my self had i the nubbins. oh well fuck me if i can't take a joke. i think i got that nasty carolearthly virus taken care of which was blocking this blog with a shambolic sweepstakes. the pointers then wouldn't poo and i fear the barbarian thug's home invasion, but i'm deflated and blizzardo and cannot cannot return nonce-like.  so let me attend the terribles, toots sweets!