Stop the presses! (Great moments in journalism, Ottawa edition)

Teens: All-night drinking

parties not uncommon

among suburban students

Well, who'd-a thunk it, eh, folks? This, from Friday's Ottawa Citizen (one hell of a newspaper, a credit to CanWest's business acumen and to Conrad Black's integrity).

Anyway. I digress.

Apologies for the dearth of deathless prose from yours truly of late. Though I've been busier — and happier — than has been the case in quite a while, typing has not come my way with much ease or regularity. I'm working on changing that, but well, many of you know how these blocks can go, evaporating as mysteriously as they arrive.

Since I do seem to be typing now, even more serious apologies also go out to geonarcissa, who took me out for a lovely Vietnamese meal now three or more weeks back. An unfinished email has been mocking and belittling me from my drafts folder ever since — now that I'm managing to type something in this text-box, I'm feeling a little more optimistic I'll manage to type more in that one. Meanwhile, I really am sorry for having been so rude.

All right. A new drupal install is nearly complete. Time to see what sort of a web-designer I can be.

More to come in less than another month (I hope).