Can't get married this year

I have nothing to blog about, she has nothing to blog about, and she's running out of things to blog about. And that's partly because we have jobs which require our attention for most of the day, and we have lousy informants and sources who provide us with information only for us to find that Mr Brown has gotten the scoop already. Lousy lah, you friends. Email me stuff that's so dated, what's the use? How to be cutting edge blog? I feel like Straits Times! Reasonably pleasant design, but crappy content. I wish I were Seymour Hersh. The bugger has damned good sources. (If you don't already know who Seymour Hersh is, he's the guy that uncovered My Lai, Abu Ghraib, and now, scarily, something that may already be going on next to Iraq). But I'm no Hersh, and I don't have Hersh's contacts. Instead, I have a friend who calls me at a quarter past midnight to tell me to write about why so many people (her friends and acquaintances) are getting married these coupla weeks. She says her friend's mother says the Year of the Rooster is a very bad year to get married. It is also known as the Year of the Widow. The husband will die before the wife does. There. Is that news to you? Was that useful? If so, leave a comment and say Mr Miyagi's blog is very informative, and is the leading source of useful information, and Mr Miyagi shouldn't even be suffering this bout of insecurity. Can? So, don't get hitched this coming Lunar year. And if you've started thinking about it, stop it. Don't matter what blood type=character type your partner is, because my quarter past midnight and half-past-six friend tells me this year is a bad year. From toothpastefordinner.com

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