Day 3

So this guy walks into a bar... No, wait, it isn't just a guy, it's a blogger, and it isn't a bar, it's the White House Press Room. Another gut-retching breakthrough for a downtrodden minority finally getting into the Prom. And that story in the "hot medium" -- newspaper -- next to a story on camouflage design seemed to irrugate my mind-fabric, touching two tentacles of the ever-thickening Tholian Web closing around my casting word-sling. I see a sea of bloggerheads, creeping like terrapins over the brackish moor. Each hidden by indistinctiveness, each dreaming of rearing up and croaking, "I am Blobicus".

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