Martin Frankland, who are you? Why do you follow me? I have emerged from self deposed exile and general malaise to discover: I have a follower. (exclamation point, question mark). And yet, I haven't earned such adoration, seeing as I let a philanderer dramatically affect my conviction to offer snide and useless satirical mental meanderings. Gee Martin, I hope you're either really attractive, or fabulously entertaining. Either way, I'd probably do you.

i just realized i've been googled. what a bittersweet moment for someone who hung up the blogger hat at such a young age, because of pressure from a spouse feeling neglected. fast forward to now, and who has neglected whom?