Tiger Wood's babe selection

The other me has been wondering about Tiger Woods but afraid to say anything. I really like Tiger and watch more golf when he is competing than when he is out. This mistress mess up is a surprise to me because he seemed to have his life on an orderly and rather ordinary family path, despite the influence of Barkley and MJ. Then we get this succession of girfriends, some of whom seem to have been paid for their friendship. And the other me is worried that racists feelings are creeping in when I ask: Did Tiger buy, borrow or woo any African-American female companions? Why not? With such a lovely European model wife, why the need to sneek around with barflies, bimbos and tinsel tarts? Which one does not have a tramp stamp? And which one has the best?

The other me says it is about time I build a personal blog, seperate and distinct from my business blog South East Shipping News. So this the beginning. Ironically my horoscope today said not to begin anything new. Instead it suggested I continue projects I started recently. That wouild be either one of two things. The Optional Delusion, my book about the exploration of Mars which I am updating to resubmit to agents and editors, or my colonoscopy. That project began yesterday with consuming the funky brine. This morning some very skilled doctors gave me a blast of Michael Jackson medicine and a slipped calmly into darkness. When I awoke they said I should come back in five years when I might have a reason for another checkup. Funny, national liberal public radio this morning had a special report on colon cancer screening that I heard while riding the porcelain stallion.