im a lucky man.
i have a good job. i have good health. i have great friends.
and i live in a climate where i rarely need to turn on a fan or a space heater.
but maybe the best blessing that i have is that i was touched by the healing hands of Ken Layne.
no, not in any pervy way that joe paterno should alert the authorities about,
but in a sweet, magical, odd way.
a long long time ago before many of you were even in high school, i shared a victorian home in the haight with some now powerful and influential gentlemen
mr charlie hornberger, mr dan hilldale, mr don frances, mr mike hickey
and mr ken layne and i all lived under the same roof.
we had one bathroom and several computers – and one very spotty ISDN line.
the year was 1879 and the internet had barely any peachfuzz on its scruff.
mr layne was way ahead of any of us with a website condemning the atrocities in a weird place called Iraq.
the site was called Tabloid and even though it doesnt exist in any serious way on the web it was the blueprint by which many of us went on to (very little-)fame and (not much-) fortune.
the other day we were wishing charlie and bonnie farewell as they take an around the world cruise and i spotted a child’s drawing of their uncle Ken.
it made me so happy i paused a moment before i hunted for a beer bottle opener for my IPA.
anyways, ken now runs Wonkette which is the natural progression of Tabloid where our hero writes about the political atrocities of a weird place called Jesusland.
god bless mr layne. just sayin.