Because It Might Be Art

First of all, art, schmart. Let's talk about beer. The Second Chance Saloon, located where the Last Chance Saloon used to be in Oakland Mills, is having its grand opening Friday night. Oh, please don't let it suck, Lord.

@ Seth - I am fascinated by the poetry of spam because it could so easily be accepted and taken seriously as someone's actual attempt at poetry. I realize that spam prose frequently employs mashed-together phrases and sentences from actual works of literature, but that's beside the point. I look at this stuff and I find myself somewhere between thinking "WTF? Some idiot thinks this is poetry?" and "How is this any different from experimental poetry? Am I intellectually limited because I can't recognize the difference?" The emperor may or may not have clothes on, so I'll judge hedge my bets.

Night three of hostilities between Dino Spouse and his mama finds no end in sight to the drama. Baba curses every time she mentions his name. He, for his part, has manfully hidden from home until well after bedtime for the last two nights.

I love Twitter because people who subscribe to my microposts become my Followers. I have always wanted my own followers. This is so exciting!