I do a lot of random connecting through the ‘net. I mean, forget the surfing metaphor; I’m a spider crossed with a magpie making all the hyperlinks to the shiny. [If I weren’t the worst rapper in the world, I’d have something there…]
So, I read something on the Birch Aquarium except I’m tired and it was a funny font and I read the “r” in “Birch” as a “t.”
Gives “Shark Week” a whole new meaning.