i’m afraid i don’t have much to say at the moment.
no matter how hard i try, i can’t think of any more “recipes for disaster,” and frankly, i’m starting to think that the whole idea was rather a waste, and not at all befitting a site of the quality to which i aspire. (believe me, one more stunt like this, and my good friend Turk Sorensen can consider himself out of the brain trust for good.)
my writing deficit isn’t without cause: i received some news on saturday morning that i haven’t been able to confirm yet, but it’s shaken me up pretty bad. i’ve got some feelers out to determine whether or not this news is legit, and i’m trying to do some additional research in the mean time, but i don’t want to pass anything along until i can figure it out for sure. (for all of you who will be concerned, please don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with Murphy.)
let’s just say i’m feeling profoundly betrayed and very much alone, and i don’t really know what to do. i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t been here before (or someplace close to here anyway), but it doesn’t change how jarring it is in the here and now.
i’m sorry i’m being so taciturn about all this, but for once in my life i feel like i should keep quiet so that i don’t say something i’ll regret later on.
i’ll keep you posted…