I know, I know, you all knew that was coming. Tune in to CHCH Square Off at 5:30, channel 11.
Uhm, Webgod? My blogger thingamabob is all screwed up. I am a creature of habit. I hit a button, and the same thing should happen. Like a toaster. Today, I hit my 'blogger' button and it was like coming home an hour before your kids thought you were. Nothing is where it should be, I can't find my stuff, and I'm sure I smell something burning.
I do not like this. I do not like change. Except when I've given my little ratbaggers money for dinner, and no matter what, the total comes to whatever I gave them.
I will blog for real later, if anyone cares. I'm off to CH to tape the show, then I have to go work out with Adam (Higson), who is giving me a new body against my will. I've done my tangoing for the week, though I've been given homework by Mentor (yes, that's my tango guy's name): I have to download 'our' song and practice. Whenever I practice the cats run away and Ari wonders if I'm having a convulsion. Not quite ready for prime time. But I can hear an Argentine tango in my head all the time. Quite lovely.