Jack, meet Squat

I know. I haven't written anything out here in a while. Things have been busy, I'm a tuckered pup, and the muse is back on the sauce, I think.

I'm off on a little adventure, and I'll be back out here next week. Hopefully, I'll have some photos and stories for you. We shall see.

Thanks to everyone who still comes by to check in. Honest, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth.

I do have a half-finished piece out here, by the way. A story of the Newark train station and a cautionary tale of why one should never pick up pennies. At least not in toilets.

I'll leave you with that.

I owe so many friends e-mail. If you're reading this, I likely owe you e-mail.

BTW, while you're waiting for me to post something, I highly recommend the remix someone did of Christian Bale's on-set freakout. April Winchell posted this to her Facebook account, and I swear, it could be a NIN remix. Definitely NSFW, definitely not kid-friendly. But it's got a good beat, and you could dance to it.

Come by and visit next week. Aloha!