Still no new posts. God, we suck.
Ok so um. Um. Interesting things. See, lots of occurences have been occuring, but we make it our policy not to say anything even vaguely salient or topical. Hey, you know what? That place that Saddam was hiding in looks an awful lot like my apartment in DC. Or should I say my ex-apartment. The dimensions were about the same, although his decor was a bit better. And he probably had fewer rats. Oh dear, I'm digressing back to relevance. Can't have that.

I have absolutely nothing else to say. Well, actually, I'm just brimming with news and witticisms and pithy observations, but I just can't bring myself to write them down for some reason.
Anyway, I'm off for the next week or so, and Dinoface has apparently slipped down a crack in the floor of the universe again, so you people are on your own. We shall return briefly around the holidays to say funny things and make your lives worth living, and then we shall fade back into the woodwork. Like weevils. Or termites. In the meantime, um...I swear, I can speak Latin.