It seems to be official now. My muse has gone on extended vacation and hasn't much interest in returning in the forseeable future. I'm not sure why this happened, or even when really. How does one convince one's muse to return from the south of France to Wylie? Probably with lots of hard work and discipline, two qualities I'm not sure I have to invest in this here online journal. Writing isn't easy and it takes practice. I don't remember the last time I actually practiced anything, much less writing.

I guess I'll keep mulling it over, beats doing anything about it.

In other news, I'm now a Wiggly Worm. Ahem. So many comments, so little time.

In the direct repudation of my latest comments on the improvement of the species leading to more boring and less funny Darwin awards, we have the case of the man in New Mexico who tried to burn a mouse, only to have the mouse exact his dying revenge by high tailing it into the man's house while burning to death and setting his drapes on fire, leading to the complete destruction of said house.

Details can be found here. Thank goodness, my realistic (some say pessimistic) view of mankind is restored and I can write off this year's Darwin awards as an aberration.

The 2005 Darwin Awards are out. Is it just me or does it seem like we're getting better at this Darwin Awards, as a species I mean? All of this year's awards are pretty tame compared to others we've had in the past. Maybe there really is something to this selection bit.

Or maybe it's just all so much Intelligent Design.