when you find yourself irritated and outraged - outraged! - because someone who regularly 1000 words a day of free material - on top of laboriously creating and maintaining one of the funniest and freshest sites on the Intertube - doesn’t update with machine-like precision.

Usually James Lileks posts the daily Bleat at midnight. I look forward to it; it’s a high point of my day. Today he’s almost 50 minutes late, and still no sign of my rich, delicious, Bleaty goodness! Bastard. Probably out swanking with Hewitt and rock stars and Internet moguls, smoking fancy cigars, driving shiny limousines through puddles and splashing welfare mothers, caring nothing for the people like me whose huge contributions of, er, nothing, made his site the profit powerhouse that it is today. Damn you, Lileks! Damn you to Hell!

Or maybe I could get some perspective.

Nah. That’s crazy talk.