Sorry for lack of recent activity here. Please choose an appropriate excuse from the list below, or make up one of your own:

  • I’m busy composing a vast ode to my vasectomy, a book length poem on the history of the carpentry nail, or an experimental poem combining both of these together with a lot of bad puns and the occasional mathematical formula.
  • I have sworn off email and internet communication to the degree possible, preferring to make my own paper and write messages with a fountain pen, delivered by horse and buggy to my eager correspondents.
  • I am stuck in an infinite loop attempting to understand women.
  • I am going into a deep depression in anticipation of my birthday.
  • I am busy whooping it up in anticipation of my birthday.
  • I’ve been swamped at work and sick with the flu.

Nevertheless, I still love all of you. Each and every one.