Tis the publish or perish. (it's more me, tonight, I'm just home from work and about to turn in once I've run down my coffee from earlier. Later, I'll want a good strop of my teeth; this should do nicely.)

Well, the whole gutting of the fourth estate (my dear inky wretches) and the garret-ing of the humanities have left no one watching the watchmen, let alone the silverware.