It's like shattering the sound barrier, this blogging ritual. Once you've broken it, you're already going too fast to stop, you've wrested attention forcibly from those around you with pompous boom, then later you're deaf to all but the sounds in your own head. Peace ensues. Then you promise to maintain altitude in the drowsy thickness of it all, insulated from your surroundings by a fuckin' pounding headache called e-conceit. I like this headache, sure beats the only other e-conceit known to man… forums.
Ok fine, Maddox too, ya picky prick.