2 January 2003
Kind of a drab
An old friend of mine used to sign into the local dialups as "Dull N. Boring". (I asked him once, "What's the N for?" "Null," he said.)
Mr Boring has no real input into this site, but clearly it is informed by his spirit: on the splendid table that is the Blogosphere, I'm purveying, at best, a can of sub-Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee pasta-like substances. A dented can, at that. Still, this isn't the dullest Web site in the world it's only a tribute.
(Muchas gracias: LilacRose, now in new digital digs.)