Well, Hell.
It's now 1:50 p.m. central time, meaning it's ten minutes to 3:00 p.m. eastern time.
Nothing. No story.
Something was promised one hour and twenty minutes ago.
I wonder if the lonely star idiot primitive is taking any grief on Skins's island yet.
2:53 EDT -- fan continues to be aggressively sans merde.
You know, it's a good thing I learned my lesson from the Bostonian Drunkard, on May 12, 2006.
That whole day, I sat at the computer, wearing out the left-hand side of the computer mouse constantly "refreshing" internet sites, looking for the story of the indictment of Karl Rove.
I did that from about 6:00 a.m. central time until a little past 5:00 p.m. central time.
I was stiff from sitting all day in front of the computer, and my right-handed index finger got sprained, from constantly maneuvering the computer mouse.
That's one of the secondary reasons for my, uh, mild dislike of the Bostonian Drunkard.
This time, I'm doing things other than sitting in front of the computer, and checking only sporadically.