Blogjam

The blogjam is over.

Urged on by audience feedback, I have decided to apply the cattle prod of discipline to the vast immobile backside of my bovine lack of creativity. (Thank you for the prompt, S.) Once again, tenuous extended metaphors will send their weedy tendrils out towards the edge of the page, gradually attenuating until they cannot grip any longer, when they will inevitably curl up and die of vegetable matter-based embarrassment. Just like that.

More later. Really.