Remade, actually. Writers are blockheads, & when thus blocked, often resort to outright theft, but nothing's new under the sun anyway so rewriting minnesanger embroidery in crude lines is fine, dude's been dead for ten centuries, he won't mind but I do due to a terrible awful-nesse, therefore, in its absence [ed. note: de rien] go on & pocket the deserved remonstrance next to your empty wallet. I think I had something else of unimportance to post about [ed. note: our slow burn apocalypse, still not evitable, sorry, Fred], but the Esoteric Order of St. Drogo has forbidden me to reveal it. No, I just plum forgot, had you fooled for a moment, I did. Plums are an underrated fruit, & I beseech thee contemplate that while I see if the blocks are now breakable like Legos or temporarily permanent as the Andes.