Something about this time of year. The air carries the weight of a ten ton truck smacking you in the face when you walk out the door. Everything takes on the feel of the open door of an oven. The oppressive heat puts you in a headlock promising to let go in October on not one second sooner. I was born in the Summer, and I can't imagine my poor mother in her third trimester with a bag of frozen peas resting on her neck trying to stay cool. Then again, she's a tough lady.
I have been staying indoors myself, and in doing so, I've had the time to tweak the website. It looks way cooler, go over and take a look at
www.jakenewton.com and leave me a comment on the guestbook, now that it has capcha (or however you spell it) I know longer get inundated with Russian Spam.
I'll be posting more material soon my peeps. for now have a great Sunday, Here's to a moratorium on Celebrity deaths....
J