A lot of your brilliant comments have been getting caught in the purgatorial web of the spamulator, for which I apologize, but it can’t be helped. For the past three days I’ve been getting fawken deluged with trackback spam to the tune of 200-300 a day. This means I have to wade through all that pile in order to find your legitimate comments and send them through. It’s brutal! But I persevere. For you.
As always, if anyone has a solution to this asinine problem, by all means uncork it. In the meantime, I’ll be uncorking a teensy bottle of Pommery Pink Pop, foisted on me by Stingray, who, perhaps with good reason, is sick of me swilling those little cans of carbonated Sofia to which I have recently formed an unnatural attachment.