I believe I ate something ugly in the last few days.

Please, for all our sakes, don’t ask me how I know.

If I owe you an email, a congratulatory phone call (myainsel), or any other consideration, I am sorry.

Just a quick note to let you know that Zero Point Zero is up now, and there are only two more columns to go.

This week’s installment is an exercise in poetic self-flagellation, and includes a slightly reworked version of “Meta,” the poem from the last post.

Carry on. See you later. Hasta la vista, baby. C-YA, for now.