So it's time for the periodic cleanup of the draft folder, the posts I started but didn't finish, either due to time, lack of interest, the realization I was writing about something silly (a stopped clock is right twice a day), or because someone else had struck the target harder than I'd ever hit it.
These are their titles. I leave it to you to guess what I actually meant to write about:
We Hold The #6 Spot On A Google Images Search For “Dora The Explorer”
Comrade Ogilvy Is Alive And Well And Real And Working Under An Assumed Name At The Associated Press
Why Do We Still Call It A Recession?
Fifty Years Ago Today… (I'll go ahead and say what this was about, since you don't know the day: It was criticism of Roger Ebert, the movie critic who best embodies the sensibilities of the baby boom generation at its narcissistic worst.)
At Least They Didn’t Die Of Autism
How They Manipulate You
The University Of California Embraces Fascism AND Communism
And As My Latest Work, I Would Like To Present A Sculpture I Call “Shotgun Trap.”
They’re Coming To Get You, Barbara
In Memoriam: Dr. Keats Sparrow
Manipulation could be a generic placeholder for anything I write. My thinking is polluted with distrust. And I'm sorry I didn't write about Doctor Sparrow. He was a great man.