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ate my blog.
At least you know we have standards around here.
Since sort of retiring, the Bear has been feeling the motivation sloooowly slipping away, and that goes for everything, not just the blog.
Blogging is a great gig, other than not making money. (Note to self: check into getting some of those underwear ads he sees on other blogs.) You set your own hours, write about whatever interests you at the moment, bask in the adulation of thousands of readers (okay, maybe not quite that many) and generally have fun discussing interesting topics.
He delivered a lecture tonight on false police confessions, a topic on which he claims a considerable degree of expertise. The ten or so students were rather unresponsive until the Bear got them warmed up. The Bear doesn't remember what weeknight college classes are like, maybe.
Hey, speaking of confession, when is the last time you went? Maybe it's time, huh? It has been too long for the Bear. When you get out of the habit of regular confession, what is it?
Make that five articles unworthy of publication, but, hey, something's gotta go up.