It seems the ol' blogosphere is going through a period of contraction and consolidation. Numerous stars in the mighty constellation warblog have dimmed, and some have even disappeared altogether. Even the stalwart Vodkapundit seems to be in hibernation. It is indeed a bleak time for bored news-junkies everywhere.

I too have suffered from a devastating case of writer's block. What little output I've managed has been piss-poor and petty. Not that there's anything wrong with piss-poor and petty. Hell, I love that kind of meaningless crap, but it seems like the magic hasn't been there lately. Oh, sure, there's still Donahue's dismal failure to brighten my day and give me fodder, but at the end of the line I don't feel satisfied with the site anymore.

It's not that I have a good excuse for not writing as much, as I did during my October hellproject, because I don't. In fact, if anything, I have a pathetic excess of freetime, lacking any kind of social life, and no real responsibility outside of work. What then has lead to the horrible decline? Part of it is that the initial romance has faded, of course. I've said all the quick and easy things, made all the cheap jokes. Is there really anything left to write about?

Of course there is you silly bugger. This is no farewell post, if that's what you were thinking. Happily, not all is collapse and decay in the blogdom. In fact, our good pal Will Wagner is back to blogging after a few months of silence. He's tanned, rested, and bringing up terrible memories of that wuss-fest MASH show. His return heartens me in these dark and boring online times.

I've been lazy, and the quality of my stuff has suffered, but this site is still enjoyable to me. I need some little creative outlet from the mundane world of coding or editing, and until I start working on the great American novel, this is that outlet. Plus I've paid for my server, so I ain't quitting for nothing. Some weeks I'll post more, some less. Life is good. Enjoy.