Flop promised you a post a day for the month of Slawgust. He failed.
Meanwhile, as he pointed out via private e-mail, I'm currently drowning in a sea of my own excellence. It hurts me more than it hurts you.
I'll be off to a wedding on Thursday, after which I'll be spending a week in an undisclosed location. If you're lucky, I'll post some pictures of my legs while I'm lying in a hammock or my unclothed torso jumping backward off a dock.