6/23/04 by phil

Like in movies, where the archnemesis has been slain only to rise up from the ashes and really get killed, webdisaster has risen from the ashes as well. Only instead of really getting killed, I hope it pillages the entire internet for all that it is worth. Except for mushingirl's site.

Anyway, the point of this article is a realization I had yesterday whilst traveling back from the Cardinals game. If you're ever just going along, minding your own business, and some fruity scent comes out of nowhere and gets all up in your olfactory business, you can rest assured that it wasn't the result of some guy. Invariably, it is always the result of some woman opening pandora's chiquita box (or a container of lip gloss or lotion) that is to blame. Not that there's anything wrong with the fruity smells.

I guess my superordinary talent is the ability to point out the blazingly obvious. That, my friend, is why people call me Captain Obvious. Or they will, starting now. Please start calling me Captain Obvious. I'll be your friend!