appeasing their wrath...

Here's what you don't wanna do: Open up your laptop, go online and to your homepage, i.e., your blog, and, in this case, exhibit Laura Bush's unrefined fuzzy, or an unreasonable facsimile thereof, and do it in the food area at the campus center of Smith College. I mean yer bound to get the hairiest of eyeballs (pun quasily intended), if not an armed guard bearing down on yer table.

And so I write, about what I do not know. But that's what they tell you ya' gotta do if you have a hankerin' to write; like, say, a novel. So write, young man! Write, ye bahstad! And send down to the Knights Who Say "Nee!" their shrubbery!