Frequent, long term visitors to this blog no doubt have noticed that we here at Gunslinger endeavor to update this blog every day. Granted, there is no mandate to do so; no requirement from without; and I'm certain a vast number of people would prefer that it not be updated at all. But since I have nothing more . . . substantive to offer our visitors in its stead, the inner compulsion to accumulate entries is perhaps greater than it otherwise would be.
This, in case you were wondering, is my roundabout way of apologizing for the absence of new content; particularly in the last two days. I wish I could tell you that my hands had been smashed to oatmeal, thus hampering me physically. In truth, I can only say that events in the last few days have conspired to incinerate both my will and my energy. It is the only excuse I have, but it has the added benefit of being true. Call it burnout; call it what you will. I just ain't got it in me at the moment; though I'm sure before long I'll snap back into the delusional mindset that, despite everything, keeps me running this thing like five-handed clockwork.
That is all
(for those who require one)
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather