Mooo/PS With all this talk of frogs, ducks, ostrich, Tedmund, and the like, it’s getting like a barn yard in here. EIEI-Oh (in case you weren’t counting, that’s the fourth “O” for the “mooo.”)

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Big Trouble (with frogs) in Old Cabana So I’ve been talking with a few folks recently, fantasizing that I would like to have my very own cabana boy for various reasons (most of which you…

It’s So, Like, Obvious When you think about the blogger community and all the brackets running around in the great land of HTML, do you ever think that much of the content of most weblogs…

By the way… I’m told that the Sex in the City chick actually choose the Mr. Bigs (Big? Bigs? Mr. Big? I don’t know) in Paris. And his real name is John. So now you…