So, the Aardvark is north of Atlanta, displaying shirts at AnachroCon, the region's premiere Steampunk convention (a totally subjective estimation. I am willing to be corrected.) The con has just opened, and as Steampunk attracts The Older Fan (and might I add, the Literate Fan), the madding crowds have yet to descend, because they work.
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It has been a Sisyphus week; a large Rock, and too much Roll. We are thankful for the business, not so much so, the things which militate against Getting It Done. These things keep me from doing the bloggish bit as well, though this may not be quite accurate, because I have spent an uncomfortable amount of time on Facebook making right what once went wrong. I am one of those with the unfortunate belief that if YOU present an opinion in a public forum, then YOU are inviting discussion and debate from ME.
Wrong-o, Mary Lou. Mind you, I am not That Guy who trolls comments to Fix that person, but I do enjoy a lively but civil back-and-forth. Oh, well.
Michael: Anthony Taylor is here.
I have another post of Theological Import roosting in the wings. Later.