Ceci n'est pas un blog.
I don't bring to your attention the latest YouTube video; I don't write about politics or gadgets or celebrity plastic surgery, and I hardly ever link anywhere. I'm shamefully negligent when it comes to updates.
But here's the thing, children: there are plenty of folks out there in the... the... (I can't do it, don't make me do it, please...) blogosphere (damn, I did it; I feel so dirty) to keep you up-to-date with Kos and Arianna and PS3 and Xbox and Beyoncé and Jessica. And this isn't a date-sensitive sort of rig. There are no deadlines whooshing by, only a temperamental muse with the work ethic of Karen Walker and the holiday schedule of George Walker Bush.
That said, I've got a heap o' stuff to shovel your way in the next few days. A tongue-in-cheek record review. The confession of a 20-year-old pet peeve (yes, it's language-related). Some more music-related lines, and maybe even a new category.
All that has been sitting around for a while, so yes, it's all close to its sell-by date. Which is why I'll be offering these entries at blow-out prices. Up to 35% off, and more, this week only, to you, my gentle readers.
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