Yeah, well, I’m writing a talk that is turning into an eight-thousand-word monument to my own idiocy and a tv pilot outline that is like sucking blood out of a rock because I got the structure all wrong to start with, ha ha, so, yeah, I missed a couple of days. I’m only writing these for myself anyway. Out of habit, I push the link out to several different services — two automatically (although one of those has dropped out and needs refreshing), three with a click. I’m not going to bother, with this one. I’m watching the cauldrons of Bardarbunga, tuning the shrieking and stone stupidity of Twitter out of my lists (Twitter, by the way, is much more fun as a read-only experience), removing any need to look at Tumblr (and its messaging system, so broken that I can only assume that Yahoo doesn’t want Tumblr users to be able to talk to each other), and writing this now so that I don’t have to do it when I get up, because it’s 1.34am which qualifies as morning, and I nearly entitled this “Falling Off The Internet.”