Now I know why I've been on a Tina Brown fixation 
the past couple of days. It's worrisome, it can't be healthy, and it'll probably result in an unfortunately feathered hairdo if it goes on too long.
Yep, now I know exactly what my brain was trying to tell me. It's true what some of the mellower religious figures say. All things do come to those who wait, if by things you mean things like memories. And a fair few other things come to those who simply interview.
When [20-year-old] Tina took up with Harold Matthew Evans — forty-six at the time and married, with three children — she was selecting for herself one of the most remarkable, successful, and attractive men in all of Britain, and very likely one of the most vulnerable as well.
Hmmm, where's my damn phone? I gots calls to make.
"Why, hello there George!"
What's next? First I'm 
Now, 
Don’t ask me why. Blog works in mysterious ways. But today, if you’ll just scroll down and see, is Egg Day. If you’re feeling generous, you can even include the post from yesterday about the trichinosis worms (I mean, it’s the eggs that getcha, right? and there were millions of the wee buggers, so that’s gotta count for at least one, right?).
still count as celebrities.
Nietzschian monkeys hangin' in a bar, picking up chicks. This is why ARPANET developed opposable thumbs and the ability to stand upright: specifically so that one day it would be mighty enough to post this link. Bonus Squiddy goodness.
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