Mausfraude

Friends, we don't call him "INDCent Bill" for nothing:

*** I'm gleeful over Robert the Llama Butcher's impending frog-march to Disney World. Something tells me that his delicately snobby, lovingly affected 18th Century sensibilities will overload on the air-brushed plastic building facades, the unsettling aura of manic joy and the $8 ice cream cones shaped like Rodentia. Given Hunter S. Thompson's recent passing, "Fear and Loathing in the Magic Kingdom" seems like a fitting title for his pained travel journal.

But as long as he keeps making me laugh through my tears, I'll keep coming back. In fact, I might just borrow his title for my Disney-blogging. And for Bill's sake, I'll be sure to throw in plenty of references to Haydn, Pope and Wren.