out there, beyond the footlights

foundfoundfound is a silly little enterprise begun in an idle moment. it's not profound. it's not a confessional. it's not saucy. there isn't even any fucking on it (blog authorities have warned me about this and told me to juice things up a bit). it has no intrinsic value at all. except insofar as it functions as a brasserie which serves honey, al fresco, for the passing bee trade. and what lovely bees call by.

and, so, i'd like to thank the buzziest members of the hive: that small, select group of women of impeccable taste who come here regularly whenever their schedules allow. by which i mean jaded angel, and rachel, and sam, and angel. there are others of course. i mention these women because they are generous tippers. the coin jar in my email box is almost too heavy to lift.

who knew that the very things i say which usually cause friends to quietly reach for their coats and briefcases (most can't depart soon enough), would in the blogosphere, be a source of some diversion? it's not much of a readership now. but i know women. they're a talkative bunch. four women today, a few phone calls later, and tomorrow the audience might be the size of china.

if my experience is anything to go by, blogging leaves blind dating for dead. every woman i've met has been a knockout.