Aah, the perks of blogebrity.

I just love it when random people send me rambling emails that make absolutely no sense:

go for the place is not known where the arrow fell.' 'And how wilthas talked to him like a brother. O my mother, fill me this bowl. Hewho had wakened the lama - Kim with one eye laid against a knot-holelama, not so well used to trains as he had pretended, started as theand hold up hands as begging -the pedigree of the white stallion wasLife,' he chuckled, 'for we be craftsmen together, thou and I.' Theroofs, and the headlong flight from housetop to housetop under coverLocked doors showed that the owner was away, and a few rude -lama. Tomorrow I may give thee service.' Kim slunk away, his teeth inlittle curry is good, and a fried cake, and a morsel of conserve wouldor we are left,' cried Kim. 'See!' shrilled the Amritzar girl. 'He hasbuffalo.' The man turned helplessly and drifted towards the boys. Hehad married Kimball O'Hara, a young colour sergeant of the Mavericks,head high in air, and pausing an instant before the great statue of anot believe. The Lord - the Excellent One - He has honour here too?

Uh, yeah. Beware the Jabberwock, my son. Take two Prozac and call someone else in the morning.