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5 comments:
I agree.
In now. The forces of light have prevailed!
Taffy the dog was whimpering to be let in at 8:30 this morning. It's too darn hot...sadly, the dog food is outside. I must brave the elements.
And to think this could have been a post telling the final and complete truth about global economic systems and the importance of an adequate system of semiotics in the mass media. But that would have been a case not so much of 'right message, wrong audience', but 'wrong message, right audience, wrong time'. Or something.
Harriet's out now. Harriet, come back! I promise I won't eat your Fussy Cat - not all of it anyway!
Hat, non-forgetting thereof.
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