Nothing gets by you, does it?

Those of you with envious perspicacity, and not a little too much time on your hands, will already have noticed that the archives of this blog (listed below, right) have, in the last 24 hours, expanded faster than, well, I'm tempted to say "faster than Tara Reid's ass," but that's tasteless and some of you are blessed with both delicate constitutions and a tangential relationship with pop culture. So, ahem, the archives have expanded. A lot. And, apparently, fast. How can one create archives, you ask, when the blog-thing is only a few weeks old? Well, a few of you --- and you know who you are, under your hydrating cucumber eye mask and tangelo mud face peel --- have made such affirming statements about the blog --- along the lines of, "I liked your old stuff so much! ...You know, from before the blog?" --- that I've decided to completely out-fox you. Now, the old stuff IS the blog! Mwah-hah-hah-hah! Oh yes, all your favorites are there: ordering mysterious Chinese dishes, deaths of friends in mysterious circumstances, Los Angeles women whose breasts have a mysterious relationship with gravity, and the mysterious genesis of love writ lyrical, rhapsodic and grand. These are nothing more than the letters to friends and family over the last few years --- from LA, Shanghai and Paris --- that would have been written here, had here existed. Hope y'all are having a good weekend.