If you're like me, and I know I am, then you've probably been awfully busy lately.  You've been so busy that it seems like you don't have the time to do the things that you like to do anymore and, since you're like me, this means that things like writing updates have taken a backseat to real world troubles.  I'd like to reassure the two fans that I have that the updates are far from finished.  I've got enough half-baked ideas and juvenile humor to feed the continent of Africa three times over.  Well, that's assuming that the people of Africa can eat things like juvenile humor.  I suppose I'd have to write them out on paper or something unless someone invents some kind of magic food machine that can turn thoughts into food.  Hmm, it makes me hungry just thinking about it.

The past few weeks have been tumultuous to say the least, although even if they hadn't been, I just really like using that word and I would probably say it anyway.  Through a series of comically unfunny events, I am starting the process of moving once again.  I'll be living alone this time, something that frightens me slightly.  Not the prospect of living alone mind you, but if Hollywood taught me anything, it's that when you live alone, Joe Pesci and his cohort are always trying to break in and steal stuff.  I don't have a lot of value but for some reason, I don't see that minor fact stopping Joe Pesci.  In fact, the only way to stop Joe Pesci from breaking in is to foil his every move with cleverly conceived traps and inventions that would make Rube Goldberg salivate.  You also do a lot of screaming, I think.  I'm not really sure.

I do have a bit of bad news to profess however.  It is with a slightly heavy heart that I have to inform everyone reading this that Skip Walker, venerable journalist and hard hitting fact finder, is dead.  He was taking a tour of a meat packing facility in Columbus, Ohio when he got seperated from the main group and took a wrong turn.  A brief search attempt was made but everyone involved is pretty sure that he's probably been made into sausage links by now.  Sad, sort of, but look on the brightside: you know those sausage links will be damn tasty.

Ok, so that was a lie.  Skip really isn't dead.  He's doing just fine, currently aboard a yacht and sailing around Catalina.  I only said that because I was jealous.  It's a little bit unnerving when one of your guest writers has more clout and fanbase than you'll ever have.  I lashed out in anger and spite and for that I apologize.  I'm actually working on a few things that will bring a few more guest writers aboard.  There is room here for everyone on the PNC campus.  And, of course, Skip will be back in all his fine glory whenever he returns from discovering the lost island of Atlantis and playfully drowning random hookers.  That's Skip for ya.

I don't really have all that much more to say today.  This was just kind of a placeholder until I can save up enough free time to start writing meaningful things again.  Well, about as meaningful as I was in the past I mean.  The weeks of five consecutive updates are probably behind me for a while.  I gave up my heroin habit for lent and now I am starting to think that it has somehow impacted my creative genius.  Or, more correctly, stopping the habit has brought me back down to Earth and I realize that I had no creative genius to begin with.  Something like that.