Lies of My Demise

No, I've not been sucked into the belly of a hovering spaceship - but parts of last did resemble Uranus! Plainly put, I was busy. Paternal obligations and a ramped-up news cycle made for several long days and as a result, I neglected you, dear reader. This pains me more than you, for my writing compulsion and needy ego requires I purge opinion or allegory between dusk and dawn. Maybe that's why I ain't been sleeping well; adjective back-up in the cerebral cortex. Now I'm gonna have to apply some kid of salve, that or lock myself in my upper lair and pound out epistles 'til I quiver and drop. But since I told the kids I'd take them to the reenactment tomorrow, it's unlikely I'll forgo sleep altogether. So bear with me, would ya? Between squiring my offspring to costumed revolutions, I vow to indulge in enough linear thinking to catch up my half dozen readers on all my many misadventures. For now however, grab a seat while I extend Big Ups to The Mangler - a gravity-defying Gen-X'er who wittles multimedia for the local paper. No shame in that game, my friend - especially when you're savvy enough to flatter a battered cameraman with a double reverse close-up. Wish I had your fish-eye....