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Update: Summer Break?

I have reluctantly made the decision to take a hiatus from posting new content on JOTB. As some of you may know, I am recovering from a messy fracture in my left wrist (of course, I also happen to be left-handed).

This, coupled with heavy-duty painkillers, has made it very difficult to keep Journal of the Bizarre updated. Those who know me are aware of how much I despise technology; every post you read on this site has been created the old-fashioned way-- by pecking at the keyboard on a 1990's era Dell desktop computer. This, much like masturbation or picking your nose, really isn't whole hell of a lot of fun when your favorite hand is in a cast.

Therefore, I am putting this site on hold until the broken bone heals.

Yes, I'm sure you're all devastated. But keep in mind that there are over 500 archived posts on JOTB, so I am confident that if you look around, you will find something that will keep you entertained, whether you're interested in astral projection, ancient aliens, angels, Biblical prophecy, black-eyed children, cannibalism, conspiracies, demons, evil Nazi astrologers, folklore, ghosts, giants, hellhounds, hollow earth theory, hypnosis, Illuminati, Jack the Ripper, karma, lost civilizations, mummies, numerology, occultists, palmistry, poltergeists, reincarnation, sea serpents, spontaneous human combustion, telepathy, UFOs, vampires, werewolves or zombies.

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