Apologies for my lameness in publishing the updated versions. Wombat File time seems these days to lag significantly behind the real world, rather than leaping ahead in customary internet fashion. But I submit: one day my counterinnovations in editorial speed will be recognized as the necessary pouring of a bucket of glue in the middle of our cultural expressway, that the overeager wil-E coyotes of our culture will not in such haste disappear over the Cliffs of Presumption. Many a deceptive roadrunner tempts us -- let me provide a rubbery retardant to our headlong hunger for the next frame, which inevitably reveals the desert floor, as seen from a great height, speeding toward us with a suitably ironic efficiency.

Yours For A Less Scannable Web,
B.