Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?

We’ve been taking a little vacation from our corner of the Internets. Maybe you’ve noticed, maybe you haven’t. Maybe you couldn’t care less because you visit just once a year. Or perhaps you’re here by accident, thanks to an exhaustive Google search for all things related to “spanking,” “spank,” “sincere spanking,” “affirm sincerity through spanking,” “the spank that makes a difference,” “affirmative spanking,” or “anonymous satirical blog updated twice monthly covering such crucial sociopolitical topics as getting drunk and the inexcusable obnoxiousness of the Religious Right.”

It’s not that we haven’t been paying attention. We’ve just been spaced out in the pleasant afterglow of one of the biggest political upsets of all time. The feeling is so odd that we decided to (temporarily) hold our fire against the HRC dead-enders, whose grief may be keeping them from recognizing the racism implicit in their protest. (One of my closest advisers has urged me to give them time, and that’s fair. But come fall it’s knives out for the “Vote Present” camp.)

That’s it. May all your beer be cold this weekend.

We leave you with a random treat. That is, if you can endure the shakiness caused by time-lapsed photography.