Too long, too boring, too painful

But at least it's done.

The usual biweekly exercise in regulatory joy just got over with about 15 minutes ago, and now it's time for me to put on my secretarial hat and type madly for the next several hours--as I mentioned yesterday, this means that the supply of fresh Possumosity will be non-existent for a bit while I do unfun things.

I promise that there will be something which rises to the high quality you've come to expect within some undetermined time frame, so keep checking back every once in a while to see if I'm telling the truth or just playing a horrible, cruel joke.

OR, better yet, a Little Aardvark just told me you would be much better served to run over to the National Review Online and read an article by that nice John Derbyshire fellow on his recent travels through our fine state.

(And yes, he does have permission to crack wise and poke gentle fun at the way we talk.)
posted by Terry at 9:17:00 AM