So I was asked the other day, why I haven't posted anything of late (the past six-months late, apparently). My, how time flies when life is okay, huh?  I'd love to blame violence in Jim Carrey movies, or the continuing shenanigans of the reality show The Real Teapublicans of D.C., or better yet my personal laziness.  But it's none of those, folks - well, maybe a little of one - I'll let you pick.  Work is steady, no major stress or creative blocks, things have been too good for the b(itch)log-a-sphere.  But, I have to remember there are good things to write about. . .but then, moods, like frames of mind can change. . .

 

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