I have not died. This blog shall return. Rest, humble followers, those weary hands. For those of you whose F5 has all but faded, do not fear. Your blost comes back online on the 21st, two weeks from today. Meanwhile, trouble yourself with support for
two poor minions, already
flagging, foolhardy in their ambitions, resorting to the final Rolo, flailing and thrashing in the depths of misery and waning sympathies. Give what you can. Robert Iddiols is currently reading
2666. You're welcome. If, none the less, you struggle without irregular gurglings from the lubricated and irrupting pits of his conscious "mind" then I can only recommend you listen to
this, read
this, and buy
this.
