The jeopardy practice is another layer on the Collating Self-Involvement continuum. When it encounters playtime of the frisky variety, the OCD-like need to write about it here resembles Troj-check under the faucet in the 60s as a compulsion. Today's equiv is more like a post-evac hose down.

The old containment catalepsy needs the electro-volt shock of life as it is to avoid battery-cable-to-the-'nads therapy and get through the rest of life ASAP. Accepting that, the next curve is eminently going to be traversable; how comforting is that?

Another JBF'd epistle shows evidence that the Home/Self/Soulmate practice remains solvent, exquisite and Balzon the Bus go wow-wow-wow!!!!