perfidy

Proper deployment of dramatic reaction would require that, since Minister GeekLethal, and before him, Minister Johno, has risen to the bait, I should hold off until Minister Ross has abased himself by tossing an entry across the transom.

But that wouldn't work, because Ross is our touchstone in these matters. As a ferinstance, when some of us (not naming names, mind you) get so busy that we can't squeeze out a screed, the standard excuse is "Hey, man, I'm totally Rossed." It's an apt synonym for being too damned busy to take a breath, and it's both understood and accepted in lieu of providing, well, something interesting for our readers.

My excuse, since I've just obliterated that one for my purposes in the foreseeable future, is that I'm half-Rossed (hey! a new adjective) and unwilling to bother the assemblage with my standard fare.

That standard fare, in all but the rarest of instances, involves me venting my spleen at a piece of idiocy from one or another quarter of our world. Most of those idiocy chunks are politically-oriented, and I really do try to avoid turning this blog into a rant-box for my own, surely non-universal, views on what's stupid, what's an attempt at shouted and repetitive group hypnosis, what's an attempt to play to the short attention spans and poor critical thinking practices of some small bit of the populace, and, well, what's interesting. For that, I've got another blog or three that I could use, and I don't, so why would I do it here, and urinate all over the ambiance?

But, honest, the moment I find something outside that standard fare that twists my tail, you'll read it here.

(clock starts again on the Buckethead bad-blogger bash-o-meter....now)