In the words of Groucho Marx…

Hello, I must be going,
I cannot stay, I came to say, I must be going.

I’m glad I came, but just the same I must be going.
La La.

My old router (may it rest in peace) has now been turned over to the tender mercies of my 11 year old son, who likes to… do things… to dead tech (think “autopsies with a screwdriver”). My shiny new router (provided free of charge by the good people at Verizon) is busy routing trillions of electrons as we speak, happy in its work and free to pursue a life of religious fulfillment in accord with its ontological nature as a slave to the human race in general and me in particular.

However, due to the delinquency of my shiny happy new router’s predecessor, I have now got a bail of mail and a backlog of other tasks that need tending to. So I’ve decided to give up this week’s blogging as a bad job and resume on Monday. We shall resume then with commentary on the Issues of the Day and the normal jollification.

Till then, all y’all don’t put no beans up your noses!

In the immortal words of John Hodgman, “That is all.”