Wolfgang von Skeptik

NOTHING TO POST TODAY...

...BECAUSE OF AN UNEXPECTED personal crisis that's requiring a lot of detailed memo-writing to solve: the typical Christmas gift of ruinously bad news produced about this time every year by my infinitely wretched karma. For this and several related reasons -- especially the fact that nothing will ever replace the emotional interaction with dogs my living situation forbids me for the remainder of this miserable life -- it's shaping up to be my very worst Christmas ever. Plus someone correctly pointed out to me that I made a truly astounding error in a previous post -- the use of incorrect data -- an error so moronically damning it shreds my self-confidence and leaves me wondering if I am getting too old (or too irresponsible) to write anything more intellectually demanding than a grocery list. The error didn't really change anything, but it requires a both a bit of explanation and a lot of eating crow, so I'll correct it in my next post, probably tomorrow. After that -- because the error was exactly the kind of stupid blunder a hard-copy-text guy like me makes trying to do research on the Internet -- I may be too shamefaced to write anything again for a long while. If nothing else this season, you can always be thankful you're not me.