I can't stand the title of that last post.

I have nothing -- truly nothing -- of substance to post here, but I can't stand to see that profane headline on the top of our classy blog any longer. So I am using my powers as co-blogger to bump it with a link to this amusing piece that one blog got from another blog who in turn got it from The Simpsons. The comments section reveals that we are not the only ones who sit around rewriting iambic pentameter for fun. Not of an age, but for all time, as long as he gets enough brains to eat. Zombie Shakespeare is making me think of something. Rotting corpses climbing out of mouldy sarcophagi; huge crowds of shuffling monsters yowling with mindless anger; fresh-faced men and women torn limb-from-limb by the forces of the night... hey! Isn't RSA coming up? We'll be there, and we'll blog as long as we can before this strange festering wound on our arm turns us into the very thing that we abjure.