This is me, not blogging: .

Hello. Uhhh... nothing’s happened to me in the last month. Sorry about that.

Well, that's not true. Blog Pal Donna visited, with beau Dave and the young princes Marcus and Liams. The quad stayed the night on the way back up to far Canada after a week at Disney's House of Meat Processing and Curios, down Anaheim way. It was the meatspace/blogspace crossover that will be a thing of the past come the Singularity, when we will all be blogs. Owen was obnoxious. We drank wine and talked. Pleasant and good.

I’m on some kind of reading jag... in the day, im the evenings, and when it comes to being the plump, cuddly and slightly damp piece of heaven that is The Bastard of Art and Commerce, my typing fingers fart dust. I've gone to pure input mode and my eye sockets have heretofore escaped chaffing. The data will not be denied. I continue to read.


Anyway, blah. I’m a latent blogger, pure potential, and that shit is sexy as hell.

I don't know what I'm trying to say.

I'll be back soon.