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This is the first sentence of the first paragraph. Content usually follows the first sentence and precedes the last sentence in the paragraph. This is the last sentence of the paragraph. I'm only joking. This is the last sentence of the paragraph.

Some paragraphs are short, sometimes consisting of only a single sentence. This, of course, is not one of them. I was merely mentioning that such paragraphs exist. The mere mention of their existence does not necessarily entail that the paragraph in which they were described would also be such a paragraph, which is to say, brief. On the contrary, one could expound at great length within the dynamic borders of a paragraph on the question of brevity and whether the form of description ought to echo the form of the thing being described in order to accurately describe it. I could have written "to describe it accurately" to avoid splitting the infinitive, but the law against split infinitives truly is a myth, derived as it is from a misguided attempt to thrust Latin grammar upon the far more fluid English language. I direct dissenters to read The Dictionary of Modern English Usage. Yes, digressions are possible within a paragraph, but just as a shrinking habitat becomes less hospitable to wildlife, so, too, does the shorter paragraph become too confined for free-roaming digressions.

Some paragraphs are long.

Am I past the barrier yet? I have a deuce of a time trying to decide how to start these things. I could have started this in the morning, but once again I find myself writing in the wee hours of the following morning when I ought to be asleep so I can rise at seven or eight to watch Coronation Street. I still have no idea why I put myself through it. Coronation Street, that is. Last week I missed the first hour of the Sunday omni because CBC bumped it an hour earlier to conform to the schedule of the World Curling Championship. It wasn't even the Women's World Curling Championship, and as you may know, if it isn't a women's sport, I don't give a damn. Frankly. My dear.

Joan of Arcadia was good last week... this week... whichever week. I know, I can't believe I watch it either, but I like it. There is one character I like particularly and whom I have liked from the beginning, but I shan't say who it is just to annoy you in case you watch it, too.

What is it Bugs Bunny says? "Ain't I a stinker?" Heh, heh.

I am, however, more of a classic Daffy Duck supporter. You know the one: the Daffy Duck who is clinically insane. WOO-HOO! WOO-HOO!! WOO-HOO!!!

I should be sleeping now.

In a previous update I mentioned my quandaries about attending and running events at Origins and GenCon this year. Both conventions are significant as Origins is celebrating its 30th anniversary and GenCon is celebrating the 30th anniversary of the publication of Dungeons & Dragons. Many big names in the game industry will be at both conventions, and even if they were not, I am dying of gaming deprivation. I missed the deadline for submitting my own events, but that does not preclude me from signing up for events run by others, which I would have done anyway. For that matter, it doesn't prevent me from running open events. Gods, I need to game! What the Hades, I'll attend both, get a feel for gaming with strangers again, and next year I'll return with my own events and submit them in time to be included in the pre-registration programs. That settles it.

I've seen one film at the cinema in the past three months: Hellboy. It represents its genre -- retro-pulp comic book -- sufficiently well, and the casting is admirable. Some of the special effects became monotonous, but they were all good.

I read Moonraker by Ian Fleming last month. In the true 007 chronology it's the third book of the series, and it's much better than the movie.

Have I mentioned how glad I am that April is behind us? May May be better. Er.