Sorry, folks, I’m kind of not feeling myself lately. So, in lieu of a wanklist, and in honor of the Witches’ New Year, how about some spooky music?
First, that hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent:
And then…I don’t know, is this the right thing to do?
And if I die today, I know what I’ll be:
So no one has a right to bitch if I don’t show up for the wankapedia tonight. Right?
Fear doesn't travel well; just as it can warp judgment, its absence can diminish memory's truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next. --Arthur Miller, "Why I Wrote 'The Crucible'", The New Yorker, October 21, 1996
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Suck it, haters. Feminism rocks!
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