Thou Shalt Have No Ironists Before Me

      This discovery, of course, just had to happen on the day before Valentine's Day. God, we get it: you are the Master. Crystal clear. And further proof: a burnt-out star really is a girl's best friend, thus also explaining Mick Jagger. Rock of ages, rock of freakin' ages....

      As for that rotten day that commences in a few hours, this blog has two words: Bah lovebug! (Does anyone out there remember the old Herbie The Love Bug movies? Er, I really am [carbon-]dating myself...)