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A Belated Introduction and All-Important Disclaimer

August 18th, 2012 No comments

After just over a year of obstinate procrastination, I’ve finally gotten around to updating my About page, which contains critical information, not only in laying out this site’s “mission statement”, but more importantly, providing much-needed qualifying criteria for reading and/or enjoying any of the content posted herein.  If at any point, you’ve ever finished any of these posts with either a vague or distinct feeling of confusion or indignation, then please read this before going any further.  Hopefully, this will help you sort out whether you should press on or not.  Cheers.

About RabidPossum’s Soapbox

Bastards-in-Arms

February 15th, 2012 No comments

I’ve considered the possibility that I’ve likely disappointed my regular followers with my dearth of timely bilious rants over the past few months.  And then it occurred to me that my regular followers (all 1 or 2 of them) are likely largely indifferent, whereupon I convinced myself that catharsis is a perfectly acceptable (and morally superior) substitute for celebrity.  That having been established, it’s not that I’m any less rage-filled than before, but unfortunately my compulsion for shaking my fist mercilessly at the sky and decrying the gods doesn’t translate to a proportionate compulsion for setting it down in writing.  At any rate, in the interest of making amends and offering catharsis to another weary soul, I welcome my compatriot and fellow cranky bastard DrunkenSquirrel to punch up RabidPossum’s Soapbox with his own brand of bile-soaked rage when he feels so inclined.

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Welcome to the Jungle

May 6th, 2011 3 comments

When I was a kid, I used to watch Doogie Howser.  I wouldn’t say that I ever particularly enjoyed the show, but being roughly the same age as Doogie, I had formed something of a resentful attachment to the character.  I won’t plumb the full depths of that idea just yet, but suffice to say that among other things, I was mildly fascinated with one of the main conceits of the show, which always ended with him recording some “dear diary” thought of the day on his computer. Rant On!