Absolute and Total Cop-out

... Yeah, sorry. I got nothin'. Approximately forty-teen bajillion pictures on my hard drive, and I am completely STUCK. Seriously, I've been trying to find something good to write about, something to inspire me, and all I can knock loose from between my ears is: "Am I going to be able to walk in those shoes?" I ... need a drink. This is totally a sacrifice fly, here, and I hope that someday you will forgive me. (And it isn't even a well-hit pop-up, either: it's more like a half-assed bunt.)


So it's come to this ... a clip show. The last refuge of the truly desperate. Send help. And vodka.