Out of the darkness came a voice...

Ah, yes. I had dozens of posts for this blog. Simply oodles. They were warm, wise and witty, erudite, erotic and educational. Sparks fairly flew from the verbal pyrotechnics and spontaneously combusting Socratic dialogue. They was ace. And my dog ate them.

Not a genuine dog, per se. Nor did they, in fact, bud and grow so far as to reach the bleak and scary world outside my head. But my intentions were good and, may I add, they were bloody funny. In mitigation and as an apology for those of you less adept in E.S.P. and distance mind-reading I proffer this bunch of flowers:

In addition, I humbly submit this post. Carefully delayed until all the interesting events and performances have occurred and I have little to nothing to speak on. Enjoy!

Actually, I think that any useful or informative content would spoil the zen-like irrelevance of this entry. Let us instead dwell for a short while longer on my sad and inexcusable absence and my profound and abject shame therefore. I can always bump this further down the page later...