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If this were another site, I’d be screaming “THIS IS SIMON FUCKING DRAX DOT COM,” or “BACK ON THE AIR,” with some goddamn retro giant Soviet-Era radar array, or some naked chick with all this weird shit wrapped around her… or something… or, ”THIS IS ICHIBAN WEAPON READY, ALL SYSTEMS, etc,” followed by some mecha from the 70s crackling with bolts of electricity and standing up, or fucking Yamato blasting off, or some dumb-ass and “fearlessly nerdy” clip from youtube…
Ah. Bah.
What is there to say, really? The mini-meltdown and subsequent spiral into silence is over. Was it useful, instructive, helpful, anything? Not really. It’s like being sick, but not nearly as dramatic as a fever, let alone a spell. I would welcome a fever, I would embrace a spell. Silence and paralysis are the worst, man, total absolute Hell, capital H. Dry heaves of disgust with everything that has my name on it… Though I somehow managed to bite the firing pin of the grenade and delivered the goddamn Exit Vector installment—late, though one reader informed me that it was good… See following post…
So. Anyway, up. Play on! This is simon fucking drax dot com, this is ichiban weapon ready. Switch on.
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