And truth be told, I suspect Matt was also feeling more than a bit chagrined that he hasn't posted here too often of late.
So what did Matt do?
He boldly swore, by the grand and frosty Beard of Odin, that he would post something here on the blog today.
But he hasn't posted yet, has he? No, he hasn't. In fact he's already making excuses. "You see," says he, "there was this thing with the doorknob on my house. It just fell off and I had to get that fixed. But I'm no handyman, and fixing it took all day, so I don't think I can get to the blog thing today."
And I suspect, after making his promise yesterday, seeing that Chris Roberson had just posted something took quite of bit of the pressure off to post his own post.
But here's the thing, Matt. You swore on Odin's Beard. ON ODIN'S BEARD! Do you know what happens to oath breakers in the viking afterlife? They end up boiling for all time in a big black cauldron, while Garm and the other giant witch dogs come along from time to time and eat them alive. Always boiling, always eaten, but never fully devoured and always fully conscious the entire time.
You don't want that, Matt, do you?
For your own good, get your post on. Don't end up in the oathbreakers cauldron.