Churchill

To paraphrase the great American war hero Winston Churchill, reports of the death of this blog have been greatly exaggerated, but you'll still be ugly tomorrow. Also, I'm drunk.

I've been unable to provide consistent posting due to several factors:

1. I'm exceptionally lazy.
2. I've been staying with a Luddite friend who prohibits the use of electronic equipment in his makeshift hovel.
3. When I use the intertubes at Starbucks, by the time I'm halfway through my iced coffee (my all-time least favorite drink (which I now drink several times a day)), I'm too jittery and argumentative to type correctly or not be escorted out of the building.
4. I lost both typing hands in two separate but consecutive hand-shaking accidents (apparently not as uncommon as the Bureau of Statistics would have you believe!).

Problems 2-4 will be rectified within the next few days, as I have secured inexpensive prosthetics as well a domicile in the flats of East Hollywood, and will soon hole myself up hermitlike to pen angry screeds from my darkened bungalow. If you can hang on until then, I promise to continue the travelogue to its logical completion in a porta-potty in the Hollywood Hills.