Dear Kato,

What the hell, man, where are you? It's been over a week and nothing. Was it something I said? Something I did? Look, I'm sorry if I offended you somehow. Whatever it was, I didn't mean it. Hey, we're still cool, right? I mean, we gotta good thing going, I'd hate to throw it all away. Unless... it's another blogging tool isn't it? Who is it? Moveable Type? I thought so, that hussy!

I'm sorry. Look, I'm not mad. I just miss you, that's all.

Your blog,
WITFITS

Dear WITFITS,

I'm sorry, baby. It's not you, it's me. Really. Well, not so much me as a collection of virii inside me. Not quite as bad at the HKV, but enough to knock me out for a week. I guess I should have had the doctor install Norton Antivirus: Human Edition. I'm sorry. My head has felt like it was full of sand. It was like trying to think through oatmeal. I wanted to be with you, I really did, but anytime I sat down to write something, the end result looked like a toddler hammering on a keyboard (which is not to say I write any better when I'm well). I did have glorious fever dreams with which I could have delighted you, but upon awakening from them I found myself unable to muster the effort to tell you.

Things should be back to normal soon, as I have several items on my plate waiting for me to devour and digest, and then defecate fully formed opinions. As you can see, my illness has improved my powers of metaphor.

I must also confess that I've been consumed with Battlefield 2142. It has taken much of my free time (there are only three things you can really do well while sick: sleep, watch television, and play video games). Much like its predecessor, Battlefield 2, it consumes my thoughts and the desire to suckle on its sweet electronic teat is nearly irresistible. Having a half-dozen buddies also playing it online with me just sweetens the deal even more. And, to be fair, I should warn you that Neverwinter Nights 2 comes out next week as well. Its fifty hour campaign will likely consume the rest of my time (I think I can manage a half hour of sleep a night, with a 20 minute power nap at work while my boss is at lunch). Its delicious toolset lures me even more, with the promise of realizing my dream of torturing gamers everywhere with a custom-built campaign of my very own. Suffice it to say, I'm a busy gamer.

Fear not, though, dear WITFITS. I haven't forgotten you. In fact, in a sketchbook nearby I have notes on a facelift you've deserved for some time. When it will be implemented I do not know, but I think we can purty you up a bit. Oh, and web-surfers who want to save typing a few characters can now reach you via www.katonian.net. Oh, and your Favicon is back, and the custom category system works again (until Google changes their Blogsearch again). Its the little things.

Your loving blogger,
Kato