Monday, February 04, 2008

Amuse-Biatch Crawls Out of Its Hole, Fails to See Shadow; Six More Weeks of Bitchery Predicted

Mind you, possums, if we failed to see our shadow, it's because we have none. Not that any of you who have a smattering of occult lore wouldn't have figured as much: no soul, no shadow.

And so we're back from outer space--

"Damn!" interrupted Miss XaXa. "Does it have to be so gay right off the bat?"

But you know us, possums: always a song in our desiccated little hearts.

We sure hate to walk in and find you here with that sad look upon your faces, and we wouldn't blame you if you'd changed your snarky, overeducated locks, but we swear we had a very good reason for being away for so long, about which we'll say more in the coming days.

And yes, March 12, 2008: the 70th anniversary of the Anschlu├č that drove Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer out of Austria, and the premiere of Top Chef: Chicago. We'll be there with edelweiss and bells on.