What's the Deal?

Hey, look. A post. A real, live, honest-to-god post. Never thought you'd see the like, did you?

Forgive us. Our car broke down. There was a fire. A terrible flood. It's not our fault for not posting much.

Call it the summer blahs. The war is over, reconstruction of Iraq is proceeding about the way you'd expect (unless you're a press corps hack crawling through a summer desert of slow news), and we're in a temporary lull until the insane little nutbar in North Korea causes us all to once again sweat the news every night.

Also, Steve was eaten by wolves.

I know this isn't an excuse. Well, the eaten by wolves thing is a pretty good one. But as for me, I'm simply in the throes of a writer's block so large that if Stephen King had it, it would force him to take a break from the typewriter for a good five minutes. It's that big.

On a more personal note, I would like to thank the two very loyal readers who saw fit to throw some money in our tip jar even though we haven't written anything in a month. Or possibly it was a crafty strategy to guilt us into writing more. In which case, it worked. When I got the E-mail from Paypal, a little tear welled up in the corner of my eye. I banged the keyboard, shouting, "Why, Lord? Why do they still believe?" Then, steely determination gripped me, and I lifted my head, wiped away a tear, and...

Nothing. Damn. Nada. Zip. Let's make a goofy caption thing. Done that. Hey, how about that Saddam? Did you hear the one about the... Blah. I saw a fat guy on a motorbike, but that's Steve's schtick.

Anyway, this is your two-minute warning. Get your big gulps. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em. We'll be back at this shortly.

And thanks for sticking around.