I hate bloggers who don't blog for weeks at a time.

It's really inconsiderate! Here I am, all eager to see what new amusement they're going to provide me for free, and they haven't done anything! Therottabealaw! Although, we have a lot of laws already, come to think of it, and I hear somebody in New York wants to ban restaurants from cooking with salt, which doesn't sound very practical to me, although I would certainly appreciate the option of at least one truly low-sodium dish on a restaurant menu. But that's a case where I'd say there didn't ottabealaw and so far there isn't, so I guess it's all to the good, except for seekers of low-sodium meals, who are mostly forced to cook their own meals, but that's cheaper and healthier anyway, so what's the big deal? (Funny/gruesome typo: I first wrote: 'mostly forced to cook themselves', which evokes some rather disturbing images, no?) It reminds one of the fabled auto-cannibals of Lemuria, the car-eating cars that are said to have evolved 500 million years ago on that lost continent from a colony of defective self-reproducing robots left here as junk by visiting aliens from outer space. The eventual extermination of the auto-cannibals was indirectly triggered by the time-travelling antics of the well known Young Man (well, little-known, really), in a brief episode regrettably left out of Wells's account in The Time Machine. How Wells came to know of it at all is an amusing story which may one day come to light if we're all lucky.

I spy with my little eye

Frankenstein, Victor: late 18th century biologist and physiologist who discovered the reanimation technique later improved, if not quite perfected, by Dr. Herbert West. Frankenstein's research was described by Mary Shelley in a lengthy report that was edited and heavily sensationalized by her husband Percy Shelley. Soberer researchers recognize that the so-called 'monster' was merely a somewhat less that averagely attractive construct, and, rather than being chased to the North Pole by Frankenstein, he merely took a job serving beer at a local inn under the name Bergdorf. Bergdorf's later development of the famous beer called Heart of the West has been erroneously attributed to everyone from Finn MacCool to Merlin Ambrosius Aurelianus. Drinkers supposing that such an amazing beverage must have been the product of magic, and therefore ancient. The present brewers of the beer have not troubled themselves to contradict the legend, and in fact have gone so far as to argue that Bergdorf's discovery was, in fact, the result of his own researches into the beer-making techniques of the ancient Gauls. Less impressionable writers suggest he was inspired by his creators methods, and claim that powerful electric currents passed through the brew are the source of the distinctive flavor of the Heart of the West.