Tarot, Tarot, Tarot

What an honor and thrill to be chosen as Time's Man of the Year this year because of my efforts in putting my work up on the Internet. When a friend told me it was actually along with several million other website owners, bloggers, filmmakers, teeny boppers at MySpace, publishers of on-line newsletters, spammers, and e-zines I didn't believe him, and rushed out to buy a copy. (You'd have thought Time could at least have sent me a copy for free.) Sure enough, I was right, there was my picture on the cover staring back at me. There's just no living with me anymore.

(Note: it was called to my attention that my website and e-mail address were not, as I'd believed, on my bio page here. The situation has been rectified, in case anyone cares to e-mail me directly or look at other work of mine. I still, however, have not posted my favorite song.)