Ahem...About the above...I mean, below...

Hi!
Wow, last night was a blur. I believe, but am not quite sure, that I wrote the above post in a less than sane state, meaning, I'd just finished watching Her Majesty Mrs. Brown with the incomperable Dame Judi Dench, and I believe, but am not quite sure, that her presence in my mind altered my state, making me feel as if it was neccessary to write as if I was monologuing from a Henry James novel (oh wait, wasn't he American? Hmmm...Well, I have read Turn of the Screw...He does sound British...Ah ha! Wikipedia tells me he spent much of his life in England...There you go...). Let it be known and perfectly clear that I am not British, nor was I born in 1824 to wealth and privilage on the East side of London. In any case, while this post is almost entirely unneccessary, I seem to have caught the blogging bug, and just couldn't wait another second to write something completely pointless for no one to read but myself! Strange, how that is.
So yeah, ignore me, and my rantings. Yeah, but honestly! Just saying the name "Dame Judi Dench!" Doesn't that, in some strange way, make you feel noble and British? I mean, I can't help but say her name with my faux accent! It's insanity, I tell you!
Okay, that is all...Man, this was pointless...

ciao
parker