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As in crap you've seen before. As in, me, instead of a real post, giving you utter shite like...

Seven reasons why I haven't posted in a while

7. Studies show the average worker spends twelve days per year commuting. To get them out of the way, this year I'm doing all of mine in one shot.

6. I had been working on this 10,000-plus word post entitled "Oprah is Gay". Until today. Guess it's back to work on "Confessions of a Billionaire Transsexual: the Wilma Gates Story".

5. That space shuttle wasn't going to land itself, you know.

4. Blogging hardly seems a priorty right now, what with Hearst on the warpath after spending a night in jail next to the corpse of the Cornishman whose murder Utter implied Hearst ordered, Trixie pondering a return whoring at the Gem, Dan still reeling from having watched the life drain out Turner's eyes (well, the one eye Dan didn't tear from its socket), and Swearengen contemplating sending Dan to Cheyenne to see to the hiring of some guns.

3. I had this bear in my house for like three weeks. Swear to god.

2. The "all over" sunburn at I got at Wreck Beach a couple of weeks back has made typing quite painful. You see, I don't use my fingers.

And the number one reason why I haven't posted in a while....

1. Ottawa's plan to evacuate Canadian citizens from Lebanon: me, in a dinghy.

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