Electronic Teardrops

Mucho apologies for being down and out, essentially out of service for the past week. Nah, I wasn't crawling around my living room on all fours or pressing my fevered forehead against the cool base of the toilet during some sorta mid-life bender,nor was I sharing exotic hallucinogens with the natives while planting my bare ass in the warm beach sand on some Island getaway. It was simple computer interruptus, and I spent the week (wotta turnaround for a once confirmed Luddite)sweating profusely, incessantly scratching my testicles, and dreaming electronic teardrops as I ghost typed another urgent pop culture missive to my loyal and steadfast fellow vultures.