Bases Bloated: A Glitch in the Matrix
There will be no Bases Bloated this week because my computer is making what can only be described as banshees with strep throat singing AC/DC noises. While I take Theodore Logan* to the Apple store to get her wires checked (or whatever is inside a laptop … I don’t science and tech good) please go back and revisit your favorite columns.
The one about the X-Files and OJ Simpson. Or this one about how The Price is Right makes me nervous. And there’s my personal favorite (which is really a self-centered thing to say because I wrote it) about children’s books.
To my fans (re: Ma and Dad), I’ll be back next week with (hopefully) a fixed computer and a column about something.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
*If you don’t know why I gave my computer that name, we probably cannot be friends which is for the best since you’ll probably find me very annoying. Whatever. I’m getting cheese fries.