The Last Post Ever in June of '06

So I'm watching the "Fullhouse" Marathon on Nickelodeon, because between you and me I just can't get enough of that wacky uncle what-ever-his-name-is and all those crazy hi-jinks, and I'm about 17 hours in and the air is getting thinner and the walls are moving a little bit closer with the passing of each and every unbearable moment and then all of a sudden it hits me . . . I can turn that box off.

I don't even have to walk over to it . . . I can use the remote.

Amazing!

Silence.

Blessed Silence.

So, what do we do to fill the void?

Read . . . Write . . . Talk . . . Walk . . . Strap my favorite homemade velvet and burlap saddle on the neighbor kid's shetland pony and pretend like I'm Clint Eastwood again?

Quite frankly, it doesn't matter (and for the record . . . that wasn't me) as long as neither butt cheek is touching the couch.

Feels pretty good, huh?


Ben O.