twenty two tons of smoke and mirrors

Certain 'other' blogs may lay claim to having the 'juiciest gossip', or the 'most detailed accounting of emotional trauma', but only thick, oozing slops out the goods into your waiting bowl. Though don't take my word for it:

- Using my formidable engineering skills, I have rigged up a pulley and lever system to ensure that I will never sleep again. The details are overly technical, but the end result is that everytime my eyelids close in excess of 1.5 seconds I am violently struck by an electrical hammer. Success!
- The meeting with the Concierge went splendidly. We have achieved a satisfactory compromise wherein I desist force-breeding my elk with his endangered condors and he calls off the samurai sent to eviscerate my bowels.
- I have on excellent authority that both popular science and creationism are wrong, wrong, wrong: We're evolving INTO dinosaurs. This explains a great deal, I think.

If anyone has a recipe for banana n' clam chowder, don't hesitate to contact me telepathically.

For goodness sake, you've had enough! Catch you on the flippy dippy.