What was that?

That, readers both loyal and true, was an unintended vacation, one I probably should have taken, with proper notice, a few months ago. That was what's known in the biz as burnout, the result of making some major life changes, including a move across the country to a state with an unhealthy biscuit obsession, while trying to keep up with making with the funny several times a week after three years of doing so. Oif.

Anyhow, I'm on the upswing. (The downtime was all mine. Dave's doing fine.) We've got new humorousness today, we'll have more new humorousness tomorrow, and hey, we'll have even more new humorousness the day after.

Our act isn't quite totally together. We have a winner from the Napster contest, but we haven't gotten him his stuff or announced his winnership yet, although we've just given you a big clue as to his gender. I still haven't updated the Sjödiac in a while, and I haven't even touched my mail queue in a hyrax's age. We'll get to those, and in the meantime we'll keep bringing comedy into your life in a manner similar to a hammer to the forebrain.

Thanks.

--L. Fitzgerald Sjoberg

[Addendum, 8/30: Okay, so we missed Tuesday. Now we're back on schedule.]