Monday Blather
Oh, I am just not in the mood for another week. Not like last week, with a whole heap of guilt ladled onto the Saturday when I slept in. The house is now clean-ish though and The Action Transvestite is on tour again! Hurrah! (And curse you, Ticketmaster!) This is the week where Ben makes his match . His entire fan club appears to be on tenderhooks , not wanting to jinx anything but unable to quell their cascades of good juju, rather like a starting lineup of racehorses with their prized legs lashed together with oddly colored fishnets. I haven't met most of Bennish's most notorious and beloved friends but am terribly fond of the whole lot of them, mostly because he tells the most fascinating stories of their legendary exploits. It's like being bloggy acquaintances with superheros. We really ought to have a convention. It has been brought to my attention (by a complete and unaffiliated stranger; not you, Beloved Reader) that this blog author's moniker translates to ...