We’ve been overwhelmed at work this week. And an upcoming parents’ visit means house cleaning in the evenings. I thought you should know because you’re aware that I have no life. That makes blogging absences like a slap in the face to regular readers. Trying to view the entire Netflix catalog is worth my time, but spending a few minutes with you guys isn’t? It makes me hate me.
That’s why you always get these apology-slash-explanations.
But I am working on an essay. Hint: if “The Fall of the Roman Empire” was properly a Gibbon epic, “The Fall of the American Empire” is a Monster Movie.
World's Only Rational Man 
If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about how often you posted. Well, actually, if I were you, I probably would worry about it. But what I mean to say is that, if I were you, I should not worry about . . . or rather would not worry about . . . I mean I would should not worry about . . . would be better to not worry about . . . would be behaving appropriately in not worrying about it even though I probably would worry about it . . .
At any rate, I found out what is wrong with me, or at least one of the things that is wrong with me:
Aw, geez, this is something progressing on a daily basis. My only hope now is that memory degradation makes me forget I have tinnitus.
That would be the best thing that’s happened in decades.
Did you ever pursue the possibility of those white noise machines that were being talked about in comments a couple of weeks ago?
But that would mean it’s an empire and that the whiners screaming about “American imperialism” were right. And we can’t have that.
And if you’ve ever wondered what science is…