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My computer is going through one of its periodic fits whereby I cannot get into the Butcher's Shop without the whole thing freezing up. The result is that I can't get at the blogroll or sitemeter, nor can I reply to comments.

As for the blogroll, I can of course just surf off somebody else's (I usually go to our Maximum Leader at Naked Villainy for this). Sitemeter isn't all that interesting anyway, as it's usually clogged with google searches for "Juliette Huddy's toes" and "Jefferts-Shori bong-hit blessings " and the like.

But as for comments, I feel kind of bad. To me, maybe the most rewarding part of this blogging business is the steady stream advice, abuse and observations that you guys send our way, and when I have the time (and the technology), I like to banter back when I can. So I'm sorry if it seems as if I'm ignoring your remarks. I'm really not.

Which brings me to three responses I've tried and failed to post in the past 24 hours. Since I can't put them in the comments sections, I'm just going to slap them up here:

Dear Jordana:

Pass the secret along? If I ever stumble across that particular cure, I'm going to patent it, retire on the profits and buy myself a new home like, say, France.

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Dear Babs:

Actually, the Great Wolf Lodge is not anything near as awful as Chuck E. Fargin' Cheese, a place in which I refuse point-blank ever to set foot. In fact, the waterslides are rayther fun. However, being there aaaaaall day gets to be a burden after a while.

Fortunately, there is a snack bar which serves, among other things, adult beverages. About 4:00 or so Saturday afternoon, I ambled over to it and ordered a Margarita Smoothie. "You know they're alcoholic?" said the counter guy. My response was, "They damned well better be."

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My Dear Mrs. P:

Yes, but I've only been to Providence the once. It was back in my dissolute undergrad day and I went to visit to an old high school flame at Brown. What with one thing and another, we never quite got round to discussing the local op-ed talent.