Friends, neighbors and the weird guy standing in the corner. I come today not to update this page, but to pretend it doesn’t exist.

Yeah, going on a 24-hour hiatus again. Work. It’s a terrible curse, I tell you. But a necessary one. After all, they actually give me money to do things. I haven’t had that sort of arrangement since the time when I was twelve and I ate a spoonful of dirt for a dollar.

So, today I will be freaking out, realizing that all of my deadlines are coming up and I have a million things to do. Help!!!

What I didn’t tell you was that Monday and Tuesday’s entries were pre-written. Yep, I wrote them over the weekend. Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.

So, for the time being you can sit here and wonder why people like Fatty Arbuckle had careers destroyed for incidents in which they were exonerated and Michael Jackson can perform genetic experiments on himself, play the racial victim, diddle little boys AND swing babies over a balcony and still have a career.

There is no karmic justice in this world. If there were, Jackson would be sexually assaulted by an elephant and then fall into a vat of skin dissolving lotion.