Blog, Monkey!

Sorry about the dearth of posts today. I've actually been quite busy. Also, we're still fiddling about with this week's Bonfire of the Vanities, which should be up in a while. Patience, my Preciousssssss.......

In the meantime, bravo to Steve for boldly adding our Yips! to Michele's call to keep blogging free-wheeling and not to allow recent events to cause us all to morph into traffic-hungry journo-bloggers. I write because I enjoy it, pure and simple. And while I'm extremely flattered by the readership we've built up, I probably wouldn't change the way I write or what I write about even if we slid back down to ten hits a day. As Michele and Crash Davis both observe, this is fun, goddamit!

In this spirit, I'll round out this post with a bit of silliness purely for the sake of amusement. I've never bothered to research it, but my mother once told me that Mr. John Keats, five foot two, penned the following bit of doggerel:

The sun shines down from Meridian height,
and illumines the depths of the sea.
Cry out the fishes, beginning to sweat,
"Oh, dammit! How hot we shall be!"