The logorrheic clouds of blogwar loom once more. Behold! It is the marching of blags! Blarching.
Movement! Get down. Look there—through the dust and debris. Why, it's veteran blagomancers John, Ale and Thom! Hello, comrades! It has been too long. Let's carve out a bulwark of words together, one weekday at a time. I'll rig my end to a dead man's switch; if those procrastinatory jerries get the drop on me for even one day you fellas are gonna know about it. No, it's okay, I've done this before.
Oh. That's right. You were there.
Look maybe stay outside the blast radius just in case
