Y'arrr... Thar Be Scribblins Here...

First and foremost, allow my sincerest and cardiac-stirring apologies for my lack of textual presence on this page. I am rarely in the presence of a continuous stretch of time that can only be labelled, not from a lack of creativity on my part I assure you, as 'free'. So rare is this linear quantum anomoly that I find its presence oddly audible, in the way one hears a ninja behind you shorty before you fall prone on the floor, images of your childhood flashing prominently before you eyes, and realizing, with certainty for once, that Twinkies are, in fact, not good for you.

That being said, I am in the eye of said time period and reasoned that I might attempt to drag you kicking and screaming into a status of "up-to-date" on the happenings of my life.

Firstly, my truck should be arriving at the dealer soon. This fills me with a feeling that can only be described as much akin to the realease of urine after several hours of holding back for the sake of clothing or upholstry blended with the euphoric bliss of an evening at The Idiot.

Secondly, my compatriot has, apologies for any redundency if you read our Blog, fallen ill. So far, with a loud and exhaustive knocking on most organic furniture and shelving, I have yet to succumb to the grasp of disease. Indeed I may be forced to pry the grasping fingers of sickness from my throat with a can of Lysol and some Vitamin C, but I will not go down without a fight. I will not go quietly into the night... take over from here Bill Pullman...

Tertiarily and, with slight humor, lastly, Batman Begins is now out in theatres. I will most likely see it this evening but there have been hushed conversations and whispers in dark places about travelling to a much heralded IMAX to view this production in the full glory for which it was intended. I may not be her biggest of admirers but Katie Holmes would undoubtedly look better with 5 foot breasts.

Tits McGee ?Dr. Fryer?



Fuck L. Ron Hubbard, and fuck all his clones...