More...or, maybe, less

What's this?   Two days in a row....oh my goodness.

Well, when last we saw our intrepid hero, he was blathering mindlessly regarding .........stuff.   

Isn't it good to know that some things never change.

Since you know Ethyl, I think it's time to meet Igor....ahhh Igor, we all have an Igor inside us.   Mine is very much like the Terry Pratchett version in appearance. A small, hunched over, scurrying little fellow, who speaks in  voice that is something of a cross between Peter Lorre and Marty Feldman.   Your Igor does the same things that mine does..... in a sane (or semi-sane) world, there are things that we as civilized and supposedly intelligent human beings know that you just don't do....... put your finger in the light socket, touch the hot burnter on the stove, push the button that says "Do Not Push",  and date Brittney Spears.

These are things that it's just plane dumb to do, and we just - do - not - do - them, but come on you know you want to push that button......Igor says, sure....go ahead, what's the worst that could happen?   Of course as he's saying that, he's putting on a helmet and crouching behind your mental sofa.....

Igor goes hand in hand with The Professor, but that's a tale for another time children.

So you have a good one and will atcha later.