Break it down, Camacho
Hey there, Hittites, Canaanites and anybody else who has been smote by the Hand O' Gawd,
I've been busy rehearsing with Dead Milkmen for our upcoming show(s) (I really wish people would stop using the word "reunion", as it is highly unlikely that Dave Blood will turn up), which I hope will explain the lack of recent posts. See what a nice guy I am? I just gave you an explanation for why I haven't been posting, even though I don't really owe you one: after all, it's not like I'm charging you for these pearls of wisdom I drop at random intervals.
The rest of my waking hours have, of course, been occupied with another futile attempt to come up with a winning caption for the BAR Caption Contest.
Here are the captions that I've rejected:
"Congratulations, asswipe; you've invented Roman numerals."
"'I. He who smelt it, dealt it.'? 'II: Shake it more than three times and you're playing with it'? Did the Chi Omegas help you with this?"
"You'll need more than those two tablets to cure your Erectile Dysfunction."