Yar sold a story to a magazine, but he doesn't tell which one is his! "Foul," cries I.
He's also searching for direction as a blogger -- it seems that he finally read one more Town Hall column than he could handle, and his synapses put down their tools and staged a mass walk-out. Personally, I'm amazed that it took as long for his brain to revolt as it did, but anytime Town Hall's number of regular readers drops by one, it's a good thing.
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