All good things must pass. And so, it is with horror, that I announce: The Death of Death/Media Incarnate!
Basically, I've realized that for the next few months, I have to actually do "real work" for my applications. Blogging has become a cancer on my writing, in many different ways. For this reason, I will need to take an extended Permanent Vegetative State. It's actual permanence will be determined at a time to be named later. And yes, Actual God's failure to update is the chief cause of this, along with that really absurd Finnegan's Wake post mocking that kid for being in DS... That was unspeakably lame. But I digress, and orderly to end where I'd begun... I love Terri Schiavo. I hope Lester will pick up the slack. He is a genius.
In the meantime, I will relocate to, where else, Nova Zembla. There, among my Eskimo bretheren, I will be free to hunt the brutal snake and scald the wicked penguin as before I could not... Never fear, I am bringing several pelts. And a skillful sled-dog, of course. The winter will be unspeakable, but ah! That rainbow up ahead! It shimmers with a name I cannot call up from the depths of my ingratitude. Avaunt! The mystery coils softly, and it will bring no more pain. "Go to the Western Gate Luke Havergall!!!" Upward!