Just came back to check the Garage and there's nothing here.
There was supposed to some sort of witty pseudo intellectualism here.
And there's nothing. Except what I'm typing now.
Nuts.
Well.
That'll teach me to get creative at midnight when I'm a 4:30-in-the-morning guy.
Thought I saved it.
Nuts.
I'm trying to remember what I wrote. Yeah, good luck with that, eh?
OK.
I'm scramblin', trying to find the silver lining here...and the only thing that pops into mind is this:
"Well, aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?"
Nuts.
Sometimes ya just can't spin it enough to fix it.
Ya just gotta let the LP stop, take the dime off the needle, and go get a candy bar.
Or, in today's parlance - if the webpage won't load, close it, and go to Starbuck's.
Whatever works...