i'm enjoying rooting around in the past and not feeling buried alive in my own rabbit hole. thanks to r. for providing drive and storage apparatus for memory up until the moment and prospective beyond, speaking provisionally naturally. i love seeing mister now and then and not crying, a little wistful, yeah, but smiling. and thanks to harry o. no joke for saying to me why don't you get yourself a weblog, so i can get my work done? whereupon i laughed what's a weblog?