Oh well...

Another defunct blog. Not that it was any surprise. Curled up, licking brownie batter from a spatula instead of attending the workshop like he was supposed to. Liking the rain showers because his power was cut. Typing "likig" into google search because he couldn't spell. Wondering if Liki will return his calls -- but she won't. He's RIP and LIK without even a front fender for the mud. His only friend, Li from China, lied about the randomness of Pi, and that was the mathematic equivalent of sleeping with his wife, not that anyone would actually marry him. Let's just call him "L".
Why must you always look for patterns in your sewing?
It's not like it's trying to tell you something.
Go to bed and close the DaVinci Code already.