I’m listening loudly. Such a thing exists. The loud listening, not the loudness of the thing to which you are exposed as applied to the listening. Catch my drift?

Now it’s time for the Louis Armstrong and Napoleon non-sequitur.

Then there’s Taxidermy Seahorse. How does one not shop for fun encapsulated thoughts at a locale called Taxidermy Seahorse? You can’t. You have to click.

Think about it.

You’re thinking, well, I don’t have to click up there just because this silly blog says so. But then you know of course, you’re not clicking as a direct result of reading this blog. So there. You can’t win. Unless you click… and make your decision from there.

So…

Which is it?