Sorry. I’ve not written lately. I’ve posted, but I’ve not really written. Life has been frothing a bit. Nothing horrible or even bad. Actually, quite good. In all of the foam and mash, certain activities slide to the side, waiting to be picked up later. But something is coming. Somethings. There are a couple of reviews percolating. There’s a story from Corporata Americana that will finally be revealed. And then there is this whole world out there, all of it drawing so many opinions out of me, pointing to the left and to the right.
Mostly to the left, I’m afraid.
In the meantime, let me direct your attention to the importance of today’s date, as today marks the start of the Year of the Monkey.
If you missed making resolutions on January 1, here’s your second chance.
If you’re wondering just why we bother with these silly weblogs, you will get a double-handful of insight from the surprisingly bright Wonderchicken.
Should these things prove to worldly or heady, you may seek solace by determining the trajectory of a lovingly swatted penguin.
