TIme to update this thing.  It’s come to my attention that I have several new readers from my place of work (hi, gals; how’s the sunlight/real name world treating you?).

My story, Come to My Arms, My Beamish Boy is live at Pseudopod.  Comments appreciated.

And for all my very patient contributors…  if you haven’t heard from me, you will soon.  If you have, and you are waiting on something from me, you will receive it soon.  I have been abysmally busy, the reasons for which a future blog entry will hopefully elucidate.

In the mean time, I offer you this Pogues quote, which has been bashing through my head all week, as I find myself sitting on a sudden born-into-the-world-whole fuck-ton of reasons to celebrate and to commiserate.  

“The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man.  I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane.  I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn.  And ended up a barman in the morning.  I played the pump and took the hump and watered whisky down.  I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown.  I heard ‘em say that Jimmy’s making money far away.  Some people left for heaven without warning!”

As we all lift our beers and do our best Shane MacGowan impressions (uniformly awful, as is the rule for MacGowan impressions)…

“Sad to say, I must be on me way.  So buy me beer and whisky ‘cuz I’m going far away.  I’d like to think I’ll be returning when I can to the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane.”

Thanks, internets.  You’ve been a great audience.