So I looked at this thing after a whole year away, and it struck me: hey . . . this is actually some pretty nifty stuff in here, if I say so myself, and with the distance of 12 months between composition and digestion to temper it all a bit. So I figger I’ll pick it up again, when I feel like it, but not on an every day basis, since that got to be a chore and was why I stopped doing this in the first place. I’ll probably hate myself for doing it again soon, but, hey, self-loathing can be a powerful, fun emotion, great for getting you motivated to do really productive stuff, instead of writing for the wind and the ether.