Desperate, pathetic pleas from a woeful little man whose very name perhaps suggests that begging for attention or respect or validation is just a way of life. Creatively speaking, I'm tapped dry. I already gave at the office. I want to contribute, truly I do, but I have naught to give. No quirky insight, no bizarre experience.
Nothing stimulates the imagination like a perceived slight.
Those who would contribute the least would complain the loudest. Rest assured that my grievance is not limited to the toad Lewis. It's possible that I am even more pained by and annoyed with the Boreks and Tonellis who seemed to delight in reminding me, at every turn, that their participation in the wondrous Cabinet had been actively sought. The Cassock Thank you, Dave. Best viewed with Any browser.