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LET ME CLEAR THE AIR...

I need to take some time off from my pus-blogging for a while. The reasons have to do with work, my kids, a host of undone shit around the hovel. Like any hobby, time management is important, and I have been lax in this regard. There was no "snit" involved, I don't need a cast iron ass, I'm not crying or pissing in my beer, I'm not eating worms. Nobody hurt my feelings but myself, because of my sometimes frivolous misuse of my precious time. Those who know me, in fact, will attest I have no feelings to assuage. I get along quite well with everyone I've ever come in contact with in the blogosphere (except, of course, that cunt who keeps trying to sell me phentermine). No, I don't give a flip fuck if you like me, detest me, read me, spam me, jerk-off fingerbang yourself to Lee Van Cleef's picture, send me pictures of your bare titties to teach me a lesson.

I'm sure I'll come back when I catch up. Again, the only bone I have to pick is with myself, for what I perceive to be occasionally shitty writing, a cardinal sin when time is the scarcest of commodities. That's my fucking prerogative, too. I'm a harsh critic, see.

So I'll see you when I'm back. I have a half-hewn fireplace mantel in the garage that requires attention, and 400 square feet of kitchen tile to lay. There's glory for you.