Crisis averted, I breathe a sigh of relief. You can't see me, but rest assured I am doing a little "raise the roof" dance like the kitten to the right as I watch the Merciless Sword of Fate drift off to dangle over some other poor bastard's head.
So now that my generic Personal Shit is done, it's time to blog once again. I have to catch up with that wily bastard Chris Sims, the Road Runner to my Coyote, who blogs like every fucking day. It's embarassing, these damn kids are running circles around me.
Well no more! I'm armoring up and riding into battle on my Segway with girded loins and fire in my belly and a glint in my eye and a load in my pants.
Once again, it is ON. And by on, I mean "telling the same six jokes about crappy old comics and passing it off as new material."
Thanks for your patience everybody!
Next: Wolverine vs AIM vs the de-nudifying effect.