Who The Heck Is Mrs. Williams?

I have been cutting through time like a chainsaw through butter, with little let-up in sight. Even those inconvenient moments of rest (I believe they call it being hospitalized when I had pneumonia) didn't really slow me down much.

So it happens that I am in yet another dimly lit studio, cranking on a few dozen tracks that represent someone's artistically expressed, socially relevant, absolutely brilliant musical commentary on some topic of life-and-death importance, and I am letting the song play as I bounce everything down to a stereo mix. At five minutes and forty-one seconds, the song is gratuitously long, and I know I will end up editing it for radio play...if it ever gets that far.

While the tune is playing, it occurs to me that I have not checked my Myspace page in MONTHS! So I turn to my ever-present laptop and a few keystrokes later, I see my wraith-like mug pop up on-screen.

Hmm...new messages and comments! Ok. This could be fun.

A message from a colleague in New York, pointing out the benefits of yet another of his holistic health "discoveries" that is sure to cure what ails me. Ok...there is a lot that has ailed me of late, but since not one of his discoveries has ever helped, I am dubious of this one, too. Call me jaded...and I know he will be reading this.

Hmm...here is one from someone from back home.