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From the Vacation Program...

You've probably noticed that there hasn't been a new edition for several weeks. While we realize how devastating this can be for our readers, we really can't help it. We are not sulking in our tent this time. This delay is not -- as in some past cases -- disgruntled payback for your refusal to promote EGR more vigorously. No, it's because we're <groan> moving!

We've been toying with the idea of doing a pre-move issue for some time now, but it doesn't seem to be happening. In fact, instead of putting out our miserable excuse for a newsletter, we now find ourselves reduced to publishing excuses for not publishing our miserable excuse for a newsletter. Hey, perhaps we're onto something here!

But probably not.

Anyway, we figured we ought to let you know what's up here at World Headquarters and why we're likely to be offline a for a while longer.

Added to the usual woes of moving, we have some special difficulties here at EGR. Mr. Ed is raising unholy hell over the whole business. He's taken to crapping in the formal dining hall, and just yesterday ate an entire roll-away sofa bed. Omar is being even more obstreperous, if that's possible -- hurling date pits everywhere and using the foulest language ever heard outside of a major metropolitan seaport. Since the guy weighs in at about 350 pounds, it isn't like this is exactly easy to ignore. RageBoy, usually pretty level-headed despite his name, is totally out of control. He's decided that this'd be the perfect time to reengineer Netscape's bookmarking capabilities (or lack thereof) -- that and play about 3000 games a day of Microsoft Hearts. These people are making life very difficult for the entire editorial staff.

It's our own fault, however. Working in the computer industry these days is like being a freaking bedouin. It used to be we'd have to migrate about every two years to follow the high-tech harvests. Now, we seem to be pitching our tent in a new state every other quarter. We might as well buy one of those fully outfitted mobile campers and just drive around to the different gigs. "Hi, we're here! Can we help you out with a little Internet strategy there, asswipe?"

Christ, we're getting way too old for this shit...

Before we sign off this shortest of all our releases to-date, we'd like to say that -- thanks to you! -- we are finally within kissing distance of having 300 bona fide subscribers. And no, this isn't counting the buttheads who unsubbed. Good riddance to them we say.