didn't the blog eat chicago?

kicking and screaming, i have entered the latter years of the 20th century.

i have had a number of friends suggest i do things with my writing. most of their suggestions were anatomically impossible or just plain mean. i will get a colonoscopy before i start storing my columns in that area, thank you.

but a few of you seem to like them. and in today's world, that means creating a blog.

after all, i probably have over 500 writings on such profound areas as mango festivals on st croix, to clyde the elk and his alleged murder charges in scenic craig, colorado.

who would pass on a chance to read the outdated obituary of kurt vonnegut or a review of the acquittal of michael jackson at his last child molestation trial? there probably hasn't been any publicity about jackson since that trial, has there?

the bad news is that it might make me write more.

or it could just let me post old writings when i am too lazy to come up with something clever.

and it may be that the general public has less interest in the day to day activities of the practically perfect poodle than the rest of you.

no big surprise that i named the site after the ppp. she not only is my greatest inspiration for writing material, but usually is lying here at my feet while i type. hard to ignore that level of loyalty.

my motives are pure. i wish to provide some amusement and occassional insight, and to become rich beyond my wildest dreams.

and i do have some wild dreams. although they rarely involve money.

so now you can check out the happy poodle. for at least a day or two. if i hear too many complaints or just find a total lack of interest i will either retire or go back to the old e-mail approach.

but i would love to see you here. and feel free to respond.

i somehow feel unclean doing this. so make the sacrifice worthwhile. do not let this embrace of technology be in vain.

poodle needs the support to be happy. i'll settle for cash or dinner.