I'm back from the land beyond blogging ...

... and what place is that? The "Oh for the love of god ... I'm so fucking busy" land. You know, where you move cities, start a new job, juggle moving all your worldly property, try to sell one house, buy another, help organise two conferences in two countries, almost take a trip around the world, complete a master's degree ... and drink a few dozen cases of wine.

All at the same time! So you'll forgive me for not having blathered and ranted on these pages in a while.

Just when you think things can't get more complicated, Gord discovers the Venn diagram of bad things, which I just know is somehow a secret map to the meaning of the universe. I mean, this is just weird. What (or who) is "Kreplach"? And why is Dante Aligheri so close to Hip Hop? Divine comedy it's not!

Bugger. Thanks to my own credo of "must know everything before I die", I have to go and find out about this "Kreplach" thing. He better have a bloody beer when I find him, or there'll be trouble.

Publicans and Publications

Simon blogged a bunch of pictures of pub signs that he'd taken in London. Way to go, LHS! When I lived there, I used to collect pictures of cool pub signs. I've got about one hundred ... the best two being The Green Man on the A34 between Oxford and Nottingham, and Mother Shipton's at Knaresborough in Yorkshire. Must go and find the pics, and post them ...