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my decision tree has been struck by lightning

Pardon me while I scream, loudly.

Too many decisions. Not for the judging of the TVC2008. We only got two entries (I shoulda sprung for the grand as the first prize, but I was saving up for this vacation that never came to be…or at least hasn’t yet, you never know).

No, picking the illustrations for the reboot at williamfdevault.com. It is maddening. I have no less than a half-dozen excellent choices for eyes of stained glass and fire. Another four or five for sex cookies. You don’t want to know what is going on with the trilogy of Pink Jade poems I am including. And if this one magnificent photographer/model from Sweden whom I have been courting says yes, well let’s just say I will do a small victory dance, then curl up in a fetal position and wish to be nine years old again.

Plus, consider what looking at all this pulchritudinous, often nude or demi-nude, female flesh is doing to a guy who has been celibate since Bush’s 1st term. Hey, I spelt pulchritudinous correctly. Wow.

I do know about 15% of the assigned works to the first round of poems, as of now.

This is why I go quietly mad between assistants. There was a time…

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