I love being up past midnight and blogging.  Know why?  Because I'm free.  Not only enjoying freedom, but liberty.  And I bet none of you can define the distinction adequately.  (Don't even try since Emperors from ancient China and Pharaohs from ancient Egypt are sitting seanced-empanelled in the event of a needed review.)  But...it down't matter.  (heh, I just invented the word 'down't', I think it's much more expressive refusatorily a term than a mere 'don't, down't you?!')  By the way, tonight I'm the Magister Ludi.  Now...would that be 'Master of the Lewd' or 'Master of the Game'?  You tell me.  Please.  Please.  Please. 

All I know is that it excludes me from being the Martyr of the Tame.  And if you think, in accordance with the ding-dong beat of xanga, that I'm tame, stick it up your ding-dong.

Merry Christmas.