I am blogging lightly while I write madly in Real World™ conditions - some deadlines approach, such as grant deadlines, paper deadlines, book review deadlines and editing deadlines. That said, I will pop up for a bit occasionally, but bear with me.
Deadlines being what they are, I will either return in early February to my normal lack of sense, or be dead (just don't cross that line - editors are vicious).
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Great. I've become somewhat addicted to this blog and now you tell me you're gonna reduce supply. Is this a form of conditioning, where you give what's sought in dribs and drabs, to strengthen behavior? If so, it'll probably work.
Be careful, John, about announcing that you'll be away from your blog for a time. You know where that leads...
Dollis Hill
Bob
I'm not going away (look out Bob, or I'll sneak up behind you and thump), just relaxing a bit.
Neasden.
You can never really leave...
When that I was and a little tiny boy
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still 'had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world began,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
-- William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
The Latin for "Dog eat dog," is "Canis canem edit."
One suspects that the Romans knew something about editors that we've forgotten.
Pah, John. I'm not scared. I have the wombat looking out for my back.
Tooting.
Bob
I am versed in all manner of wombat avoidance.
Beware the Dingbat!