I have so much to talk about and so little that I can. For strictly selfish and therapeutic reasons I'd love to write a pages-long diatribe. An essay of epic proportions. A manifesto for the ages.

Instead, for being-polite-and-not-burning-any-bridges reasons I'll just say this.

Never underestimate peoples' ability to stab you in the back. And then, while you're on the ground writhing in pain, twist the knife.

Folks, there's a whole mess of shit going down right now. Add that to a couple of nagging technical troubles I've had prepping for the podcast, I'm not going to have a new episode of Blogger Love On Wednesday this week.

I promise to have a new episode ready to go next week.

Sorry, people.

I spent a long four-day weekend with nary a sign of internet access. And with the exception of a couple of photos I managed to get emailed from my phone, I took a vacation from blogging as well as work.

In fact, I forgot how until now. And even now, I'm only really motivated out of some OCD urge to get a post up before midnight. This is actually harder than you think because I've just discovered Top Gear on BBC America.

Rambling? Yes, yes I am.

In episode 3, Erin Kotecki Vest (http://www.queenofspainblog.com) tells the story behind The Tit Brigade, Barack Obama taking a leak and even takes a stab at interviewing Pete. And "I do, I'd do, Adieu" comes with a new twist.

Donna invented a new dirty word while we lay in bed Sunday morning basking in the glorious silence of children on vacation. WITH NO PANTS ON.

Mess kit.

So that she can never deny it, I posted the definition on Urban Dictionary.