There are only so many things one can do with a painful and squinty pirate eye. Reading is out. Ditto watching a movie. Writing is a pain. So I feel a blog binge coming on. I've been surfing the net and found some information about the guy who had the potential, all those years ago, to derail my wedding plans. He's the one in the tux holding the Emmy. I wrote him a note and sent it off in care of his agent. Maybe it will make life more interesting. Maybe not.