If you came here looking for the Big Funny, or mebbe some weird schizoid rambling, or some tepid political insight, or a decent chicken salad recipe, I am afraid that today I must disappoint. The brain, it is sopped. This happens from time to time, but I must tell you that I suspect this will be a short sop... a mini-sop, if you will, the kind of sop during which the brain, it swells up with the zany ideas that will make the uvula undulate with laughter and the soda spew painfully out of the nose.
But of course I make no promises.
That would be foolish.
