these days of leiderhosen

I am still unsure of this whole Facebook thing. Next it will be pole sitting or marathon dances, so we shall proceed here as usual, Darlings. Oh, how marvelous: a letter writing service . She'll write whatever lyric/poem/transcription you wish or just write a letter to you. Hell, I'd consider subscribing. (In this vein: Has anyone else heard a rumor that the Postal Service is considering cutting down to five days a week? Should we start a spree of postcard-isms?) The list of Twenty-Five Facts has been circulating and for all of you dear readers and writers in the Blogostphere: after reading yours I am convinced that I would love all of you, particularly Mindy who Smells Fantastic. Goutal's Mandragore is possibly one of the best smells ever crammed into a bottle. It smells entirely different but really good on dudes. Dry, but clean sort of old bound book smell? On this list thing itself, I'm stuck: when Number One is a pathological shyness and Number Seven enumerates