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Remember when I said that I was mining my old pieces in search of nuggets? Today in Monkey Goggles is a revised piece from 1998,
"Bulls on Parade." It's about two rewrites away from being something I'm happy with, but alas, Monkey Goggles had an opening that needed to be filled, and when there is no monkey meat in the stew, it's my job to make some. And yes, I know how awful that metaphor is, but give me a break; it ain't even 9 a.m. yet. Anyway, read the piece and learn why I didn't participate in the first-ever American encierro. I wish I could say that it was because "X-Files" star and PETA advocate Gillian Anderson told me not to, but we haven't spoken since ever.
In other news: I have no other news. It's Tuesday -- "Topless Tuesday" in the Tumblr blogs. But if I take off my top today, you'll lose all respect for me. And those of you who have no respect for me will gain some just so they can lose it. Veto.