Our neighborhood

Mr. Rogers died today.

Though Fred Rogers faced his fair share of scorn from those who considered themselves more sophisticated, he always seemed a fundamentally pleasant and honest man.

He will be missed.

Howdy, Will

My friend, Mr. Will Albritton, e-mailed to say that he read through the blog. Thanks much, Mr. Albritton. I hope that this site's unmatched blend of random jottings, interspersed by days of dull silence, will continue to amuse and please you.

At the house, things continue. A DSL router is allowing both my and the significant other's computer to share a single line of high-speed web access. Ah, what bliss.

However, my former computer, (Old Bessie, Max calls here) is giving me problems. I merely want to transfer a few middling sound files from it to this sleek, new machine I'm currently working on. Easier said than completed, I fear.

Still, onward and upward.

Someone had to win

My favorite Diet Pepsi ingredient of the day:

(drumroll please)

Potassium benzoate

Take a bow, Mr. Benzoate, take a bow.

Not that I've read it or anything

This sounds like a really bad book.

Impossible!

I have a blog? Says who?

Who am I?

To the point, then, and quickly. The updated bio.

Name: Clay McCuistion.
Age: 20-something.
Height: 6'1-something.
Weight: 170-something.
Occupation: Copy editor at a daily newspaper located somewhere in the wilds of the Tampa Bay area.
Main goal in life: To create a week's worth of comic strips.
Secondary goal: To rid the apartment of stacks of newsprint.
Another random goal: To figure out what's going on.

Ah, Bill O.

A transcript you have to read to believe.