I couldn't come up with any clever inane remarks, so you'll just have to make do with this. Also, mushy isn't in my nature. (And I wonder why I've been single for 29 years.)

Ah, that's pretty inane. Mission accomplished.

Lesson one: blogs, like suicide, are a form of self-gratification, and no one reads them anyway, so you can write whatever you want.

Lesson two: cheesecake.

I will be awaiting opening night as the watchman awaits the fog-shrouded beacon signaling the return of his beloved. Or some such faux-poetic drivel. (Thirty years on the horizon.)