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19th

03/2009

2 years, 10 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, 1 hour, 27 minutes ago...

one, two, three
the dissident frogman • Thursday, March 19, 2009 · 2046 zulu time | In The Me

What? It's been three months already? Well, I'll be damned... Let me collect myself and adjust to the fact that I can should now deride and despise the US President. I'm not used to it, okay?

Our own Grimmy says:

Frogman:


3 ticks on the land line to let us know your OP/LP is still up. This is not a request.


Funny that, Jules Crittenden was wondering just the same, not so long ago. As much as I feel a bit rude to simply do that (though admitedly not as much as leaving without warning 3 months ago. Apologies, apologies), I still can't do much more at the moment — so there you are. Not dead. Still up though obviously, ahem, not very active at the moment.

But hey, I'm working on changing that.

Well, by "change" I mean going back to the previous state of blogging. I'll risk the bet that we've all had our share of "change" lately.

Thank you for your patience, continued support and uninterrupted flow of good vibrations. There are days when I swear I can hear the music of your positive influx1, urging me to resume the operations.