Late Day

Please accept my deepest apologies for the lack of update today, but it's really all your fault, since the days where my updates are the latest are also the days with the highest amount of traffic from people who have been Pavloved into thinking that 6 AM will bring explosive new wit like a midair bomb on a UPS carrier -- no doubt that terrorist was halfway through the third season of Alias, got bored waiting for his Netflix to arrive by Yemenese post, and decided for a reenactment of a Sark-Vaughnese scene.

To make up for the Museday which I did not write today, here are some fresh new facts you may not already know:

• I have now written 68 Museday excerpts over the past three years, and expanded three into two-minute works. If I were to release a CD, it would clock in at 39:42, which is longer than most "real" albums released today.
• The ringtone on my cellphone is Muse's Undisclosed Desires.
• Having a cellphone actually disconnects me further from the world than the old landline, because it's usually in the other room and I don't hear it until the next day. Thank you, technology. Now please do good by jamming all of Rep. Frank Wolf's robocalls. He wins by 120% every election -- the least he can do is coast in silence.
• Booty currently waddles like a duck.