Like clockwork, or similar such cog-based mechanisms — anything that stresses some sort of clinical inevitability (your choice, really) —, I have slunk far beneath yet another self-imposed quota, evidenced, as per norm, by a virtually unconscious article dutifully chronicling the failing, or failings, in question, one frighteningly, albeit predictably, similar to its numerous textual antecedents hereon, the combined mass of which should tell you all you need to know about this two-penny-on-the-dime operation. In short, like operation.