No reason

As must clearly be obvious by now, I am both the dominant content provider and consumer of this website's output. That sounds nifty, you might find youself saying, but it's not all chocolate and cheese. Burning the blog at both ends (as it were) I find myself with no recourse about web log gaffes and other complaints; like the lack of a scheduled post for the third day of October, two-thousand eleven.

One recalls that this web log once posted a hearty offering of thrice per weeklet, and of reasonable quality stock too. Now, the posts are edging periliously close to a self-loathing fourth wall mixed with hypermeta public self-criticism and readers like you are getting annoyed: bring back the racism already, you find yourself saying. And observational humour about cats.

Like you, I wouldn't mind if the author of this site was compelled to write more. Truth be told, I actually have a bit of influence over the author that could aid me in my quest of the aforementioned desire but it is also worth noting that as the author, I am likely to refuse all requests for content. If you catch me in just the right mood, I might even feign ignorance at the existence of the blog and perhaps even of blogs themselves. "What is a web log?" I might find myself saying.

In closing, there is no good reason I didn't publish a post today. In fact there isn't even a bad reason. There is simply No Reason, and therefore this post.