my gramps was a drunkard who got electro-shock and afterwards looked fuzzily bemused and only drank, and swallowed mountains of salt. apropos of nothing as they say, well not gramps. and i'm whining because i had 13 views yesterday. what the hell difference does it make. i'm pathetic!

instead of grousing about inconsequentialities why don't you look at the numbers again, 13 views, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. go back, read, reflect. i expect a report.