Hey, it's suddenly a lot less crowded here. Reminds me of that famous pic of Lenin and Trotsky, pre and post the crude Soviet airbrush.

I know you guys have fallen out, and I know not and care less why, but does that justify airbrushing (or self-airbrushing?) the entire contributions of a regular poster?

Whoever (s)he was, the airbrusher missed his comments, which haunt this now-quiet blog like the ghost of Banquo.

I'm off to wiredgoose, where the population remains steady (one!).

Secondhand Chemotherapy results.

So, there was I thinking that chemotherapy was some kind of nuclear therapy where they inject your body with isotopes that irradiate the body. Green phosphorescent liquid administered intravenously - gamma emitting elements coursing thru the veins amid cries of Kryponite!

Snuggling up to Ronnie at night was doubly fun - marital bliss and some secondary radiation exposure as a prophylactic.

As it happens, the drugs are just poisons, usually with Platinum or some other precious metal: Cl2H6N2Pt is one example (cisplatin). So the results of my secondhand chemotherapy trial are unlikely to make the British Medical Journal unless this is merely a symptom of a new disease called GSD (Generalized Stupidity Disorder). I live in hope that they do not name it Traynor's Syndrome or maybe I have been eating too many catalytic converters.

And for you regular readers, Ronnie is now off the drugs and life is returning to abnormal. There is nothing like a crisis to focus the mind on the people you love.

God love us!