I can hear you all whinging about my lack of new-pipe related updates. It really deserves at least a lengthy paragraph, so I'll do it when I'm at work and have nothing better to do.
All I'll say for now is, really, what WOULD happen if a werewolf became an astronaut? What would happen to him if he landed on the moon? Would he become a wereman? Or would he simply linger on as a permanently sad, hirsute little creature of the night? I really don't understand why nobody's written about this. Possibly in graphic-novel format. I hear that's what all the kids are doing these days. That and, you know, their Dan Fogleberg and their Zima...

Yeah I'll update y'all on the New Pipe Issue later. In the meantime, please all go and read this. I love it on so many levels, it would take a Cray supercomputer to begin to explain it to you- J Alfred Fratboy. Golly, it's...it's beautiful. Go eat a fucking peach in its honor.

Update. The pipe is making a horrible noise. I think they've found me. If I don't post anything by Monday, avenge my death.

There is a new pipe in our bathroom. A pipe where no pipe was before, going right from the ceiling to the floor. I will have to investigate this.