Yes, there was a new post, but it had question marks where all the apostrophes and quotation marks should be, and that's not very pleasant, is it? It will be here for your reading pleasure as soon as I have time to remove all the question marks and replace them with the proper punctuation. I would have done it earlier, but I was treating my neighbors to a top-volume singalong to--what else?--Laura Braningan's "Gloria" and The New Pornographers' "The Bleeding Heart Show." Now it's time for work. But I have backlogged stories of my misadventures and annoyances for you, my dwindling readership of dozens! Worry not, my chickadees!

As the world turns,
SuperLefty

(I stole that signoff from my brother, Noah. He used to follow me around begging me to let him dance in my Flashdance routines but now it is I who looks up to him, both literally and figuratively. There's very little he can't do, from spit-roasting pigs to building custom high-end wooden speakers, and he's damn fine-looking, too. Just like SuperLefty, only with a beard.)