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It's goulash time!

Well, after two months of temporarily being an ink-stained wretch, I'm back to being a pixel-stained wretch. In other words, I've gone back to writing in the Intarweb tubes at work after pinch-hitting for a few weeks as editor of the weekly newspaper.

This is a good thing, since two months of 10-hour days have worn me right to a frazzle and haven't left a whole lot in the tank when I've gotten home.

Normal service will resume shortly. Right now, my legs are still pinwheeling like Fred Flintstone's. (I can even hear the bongo drums.)

Anyway, until I decompress, you're getting goulash.

In the meantime, there are a lot of things to talk about, especially this, plus this, and even this.

And --- oh, yeah --- eat crow, Mountaineers! Alleghenee-genac-genac-genac, y'all!

In the event that I don't come up with anything half-witty to say about these or other light topics in the news, feel free to comment on the announcement that U.S. Steel plans to invest $1 billion in the Clairton Works, or the attack on the elderly man in Buena Vista, or even the Eagles' run at the state football championship.

Or, you might like to see a black-and-white clip of one of the very first episodes of "The $10,000 Pyramid." That's this week's installment of "Monday Morning Nostalgia Fix" over at Pittsburgh Radio & TV Online. (Motto: "If it's news to you, it's news to us.)

Now, if you'll excuse me, I hear Mr. Slate calling. (Where did I put my Polarock camera?)

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Horn-Tooting Dep't: I don't suppose anyone happened to see November's issue of Popular Communications magazine.

I was asked to do a full-color, full-page illustration to accompany a story about "zombie computers." If you didn't see it (PopComm is available at Scozio's Giant Eagle in White Oak, Barnes & Noble in Homestead, and at better newsstands everywhere) click here.

There's a follow-up (and another illustration) in the January issue, and the promise of more work to come, according to my editor. The pay ain't much, but every little bit helps keep me in Straub, kids.