kack! gag. urgle...

This is me on my inability to post with any regularity. May I be damned into the lowest bowels of Hell (somewhere on the ninth circle). On the other hand, my bowel movements are like clockwork, displaying to the attentive, there are aspects of my life that can be regulated.
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Excuses:

• just cleared three weeks of back-to-back releases across three platforms
• caught a cold
• went on a five day high-speed vacation through Arizona (with the cold)
  
• intense class requirements for a psych course (two papers for about 4500 words total)

I offer this recently uncovered nugget in exchange for absolution.

I found myself squirming in perfect embarrassment for this poor girl The clothes, the music, the hackneyed dance routine. Who would trick this poor soul into using a b flat trumpet for an impromptu blaster? How could she believe them?
How about the blending of Star Wars, Dance, and Charlie Chaplin? In whose mind (or planet) do these three things find a commonality? No where near mine I hope...

-nn