Dementia

Well, I can’t believe it’s been two and a half years since Bowling Green. I miss a lot of people from there, but time flies when you’re living the dream. Indeed, since then I have been fairly successful, composing film scores and building a musical community here in Kansas City. The Shrine of Vogler is almost finished, too. Everything is peachy. My new HD flatscreen looks darn good in the living room of my house here in Armour Hills, where Robot Hilda and I have been hosting a lot of drinking marathons. 2008 has treated me very well, and I can’t imagine a better place to be at this stage in my life. Yep, life is good. Who knew that things could be so nice, that good things could come so easily? It’s so cozy and warm outside…

It reminds me of an old gag we had back at BG… what if all Panera Breads of the world were connected by teleportation devices in the restrooms? Think how easy travel would be. Robot Hilda and I are working on a way to engineer that. Soccer balls still work just as well as they did two Septembers ago, but I’m still not trying to imitate anything. All I meant was that I liked the pen. If Red Faction III was a pony, I’d ride it all the way to Mars. Why? Because you, my friend, are more than enough to keep up with. So keep emailing, for I have heard the cries of the carrots. You see, Reverend Maynard… those creepy bunnies will return, but before I do? That remains to be seen, so place all your bets here! Just ask youself, “What would Jared do?” And then, what I need you to ask Ira is, “What’s a Russian gunship doing here?” Don’t forget who the real Angel of Instigation is. None of this would have happened if they hadn’t discontinued Excedrin Quick Tabs. X-Rays cost a lot of money, after all. Thanks for playing. As the good Captain once said, “That’s why they call me the Captain!” Babel was a tower, you idiot.

I wonder what this button does...