The Occasional Solipsist

Easy. Just a simple mouse click on your recently delivered email that reads: 'Enterprise Cancelled', that's how.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Now I'll elaborate:

So Superwife and I just got home after a really great weekend up north; watched the first good Superbowl I've seen in years, ice-fished my ass off, got a good tan, talked about the coming baby with the in-laws, ate good food that I didn't have to cook, and drank plenty of beer.

So I sit down at my new Dell to sieve through my email (the Dell is supersweet, btw and I'll blog about that more later when I'm in a better mood), open up my yahoo mail account and get hit like a pie in the face with 'Enterprise Cancelled'.

Fuckin' jerk over at SaveEnterprise anyway. I mean, inside the email, I was totally expecting a 'just kidding, but it will happen if you don't send Les Moonves 10 faxes and letters every day'. That is pretty much what he has been suggesting for months now.

But as it turns out he was dead serious and is now justified in everything he said fans should do to prevent exactly this from happening. I guess maybe I should have listened.

But if you're feeling similarly low about the news, there's an excellent way to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and get that car cruising up to sixty again. Even feel the wind in your hair again and smile about it. Wanna know how?

Turn your head and have a look at the swelling belly of your beautiful pregnant wife. Does it every time.

I'll do just that right now.

Ahh. That's better.

And I think we'll be all right: I have all the good stuff on tape/DVD anyway, so my baby can grow up on that until the next series starts.

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