We are experiencing technical difficulties, please stand by.......
(what do you mean we lost it? Lost it HOW? Didn't save? DIDN'T SAVE?! What are you, a bunch of idiots? Dammit, I spent minutes typing this masterpiece up, spent what seemed like an hour researching it, and you tell me that you shut the damn computer down without saving what might possibly have been the equivalent of the Watergate tapes, the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Bob Almighty NEW TESTAMENT of blog posts......????!!!!!!!!)
ahem.......
Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems that tonight's post has suffered a tragic accident. The normally talented and hardworking staff here at Dances With Leaves would like to apologize for robbing you of what may very well have been the post to end all posts, the kind of literary wonderment that few people in the literate world could ever have hoped to have the opportunity to read. We are so heartbroken, in fact, it has been decided that in order to make amends, we are all going to line ourselves against the nearest wall and have ourselves shot with very large caliber weapons. We feel this is the least we can do for having failed so miserably to provide you with the kind of quality expression that you have come to expect from Dances With Leaves, but never really enjoyed. The survivor of this great sacrifice to literary excellence (the lucky SOB who draws the short straw), will provide you with high quality digital photographic evidence that this sentence has been carried out, in hopes that the graphic detail said photos will provide will somehow cater to your thirst for vengeance for having been slighted so horribly. We thank you for this opportunity, and hope to have the blog back up and running in time for the next post, which we will now admit ahead of time shall be quite mediocre, as not to be forced to waste another perfectly good editorial staff, as it is frankly getting rather difficult lately to recruit adequately talented people to work for us, especially for what we can afford to pay them.
Sincerely yours......
The MICHAEL
Executive Editor
Dances With Leaves
Anybody know where the white-out is?
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