Not Much Of A Post But...

This blog would like to extend its condolences to Zane, who today must mourn the passing of his youth into yesteryear. Before too long, you'll be as covered in patina as the rest of us, as prone to bodily creaks and arthritic aches, and perhaps memory loss. I kid, of course. He's still got another year or two before those mundane horrors begin to set in. Regardless, cheers, lad; and, no, I have no intention of growing breasts for thee. ;-)

(And even if I could and wanted to, I'm sure they'd be smaller than.... No, no, no, no. Hush... Never mind.)