sunshine offers a correction: marge the guppy was in fact a girl and we know this because of dorsal fins. sue got pregnant by fishie sperm from a fish we don't know. this kind of thing happens. it happens all the time in real life and on daytime tv.

the old man who I spoke of weeks ago still comes 'round. he still throws popcorn and now when I walk down the street he runs out of his house (he lives near the popcorn) and says hello or happy halloween. I like the happy halloween days best myself, and have come to be fond of the crazy bird killer and his big fat white cat.

I realized today that birdtongue has catalogued 175 little bloggy messages. 175! seems like an awful lot and I guess I want to say thank you to my precious friends who stuck with me through rants and raves, links and lore, and every crazy thing in between. lately I've been to overworked to be spunky about the blog and I'm sorry about this, but it's not personal it's general - even my letters to sunshine lack verve these days (if they ever had verve, that is). it'll get better, I make my best attempt to promise.