This is really starting to get old

Tiger escapes enclosure at Jungle Island

He's the most famous golfer in the world, rich beyond belief, and he can't just stay out of the news, can he?

Wha? Not that Tiger? Never mind.

A Secret Revealed

Mr. Possum has an alter ego

I'm surprised it wasn't grilled squirrel, but a secret ID isn't worth much if you can't throw them off the scent.

This place is still here?

Wow. What a mess. Empty seltzer cans, pastrami sandwich wrappers, and it hasn't been dusted in AGES. It's like someone abandoned the place, and it was too low-rent even for the squatters.

I suppose I should pick up a bit around here, but...

So where the heck have I been? Facebook, mostly, but up way, way past my eyebrows in work. When we last bloggified back in March, it was Passover. Now it's almost Rosh Hashana. I'm starting to feel like a three times a year blogging Jew.

While the world has moved on to critical topics of the day like:

• how the Tea Party is the home for Nazi Skinhead KKK Rich White European Male Neanderthal Troglodyte Homophobic Dumb Redneck Mean People (TM)
• any oil leaking (including teenage pimples) and uncleaned up is clearly the work of racists hating on the President, and we all know it's Bush's fault
• Brett Favre has retired. Brett Favre has unretired. Brett Favre has retired again. Brett Favre has...
• The US economy is as strong and vibrant as ever, assuming you meant as strong and vibrant as the economy of Burkina Faso.

I, on the other hand, have been buried in the details of launching an e-learning program across an organization that now boasts 42,000 employees and about 10,000 docs.

Oh - did I mention that we launched the first piece of content in early June, and we've had over 14,000 successful views since then? Did I mention that they still have me doing a million other things besides? So the short answer to the blogging conundrum that has bedeviled all of my legions of fans (yes, both of you) is that I'm too bloody tired to blog, and short of interesting things to write about. Not that this ever stopped me before, but...

Anyway, I take my lead as usual from the Master Possum hisself, and if he can not-blog, so can I.