An escalating cycle of shame

With each cycle, each step is dramatically emphasized.

Things like this have been discussed (or even drawn out) before. With Rachelle. Maybe by Hyperbole? Not sure. But I couldn't find (i.e. didn't search for) a graphic that already existed for it. So I worked really, really hard on this world-class infographic, which I should probably copyright for Pulitzer reasons.

Long story short, I have a terrible, terrible stay-in-contact problem that leads to computers bogged down with image files, email draft folders bursting with very old news, and actual physical items that need to be mailed via real-live post but the post office is literally over 1.1 miles from my house and there are hills and the parking lot there is mildly confusing.

Someday I may overcome. I am not hopeful.

(This problem manifests very visually in this very website, obviously.)

Now that I am truly, truly done with graduate school (save for some lingering work here and there, but the degree has been fully earned; the extra stuff is strictly for-fun and for-dollars), I am feeling the weight that has built up on my delayed correspondence. Grad school is a wonderful disguise for the TOO MUCH TIME PASSES step, as illustrated above.

So if, for some reason, you are reading this, and I have not communicated well with you lately or if I owe you some form of communication or photographs (I could list people but I'd feel too awful), I'm sorry. This is my weak excuse.

As a consolation, here is an introduction to how Tiberiuses ride in cars: