Tuesday, June 25, 2002

Dear Mr. James Taranto, will you marry me?
I'm sorry, Bish. After all these years, I didn't think it would come to this. It's just that... I can't take it any more...the loneliness, the emptiness, every Saturday and Sunday...counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds... two whole days every week without "The Best of the Web Today".
Will you ever forgive me?