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It only looks like I've been dead. Trust me.

What basically happened was I got fed up with writing about the election. But the election results were (and to a certain extent, are) the thing that's most on my mind, and generates the topics that are most likely to send me spinning off into a frothing diatribe. But I think everyone's pretty well sick of that by now. I know I don't like being frothed at, at least.

Also, I've been put in charge of a project at work. It's not a huge project, but it's still pretty important, and it's my first time being in charge of other people, and I'm really trying to do a good job at it. I guess I'll know when it's all over.

I started joking that Braz and I were having a contest to see who could be the last one to update our pages, but I apparently forgot to tell Braz, and so he went and updated his page when the new year arrived (incidentally, I realized I'm finally naturally spelling 'millennium' correctly now that the main opportunity to use it has passed. Damn.), so that joke died a premature death.

I'm still sort of stuck in the position I was in before. I really don't want to write about politics. The more I think about it, the angrier I get and the grouchier I get, and Liz has to hit me all the harder with the iron skillet when I get home to keep me from mumbling epithets about the ruling political class, and that lump on my head is really starting to ache.

So. Anyway. I just wanted to say. I'm not dead. Still here. Just trying to find something interesting to write about that isn't the same old same old.

If you do want to read about politics, Hunter S. Thompson is writing a weekly column on ESPN's Page 2 that is supposed to be about sports, but usually is about something else.

If you're not up for politics, how about contemporary urban mythology? Homeless, abandoned children in Miami have a collected mythology that's really kinda spooky. Okay, really spooky.