Woops

It appears, that in exiling Dan and Laurie, i have managed to also exile myself from my faithful readers. As i am unwilling to actually place a phone call or 'make plans', i have created a hoooblers esque wall around me. Now sure, the occasional text gets through (Mat Ziess is a REMUS monkey), but in general, it is a state of social isolation so advance only hoooblers can truly know what its like. Now that isn't to say i haven't seen the light of day, or in this case the light of the night. But i can only go out with my co-workers from Glendale so many times before it gets repetitive, i can only take so much Casino and Sin City before the combined filth of the two destinations overtakes me, slowly eating away at my soul. So the question becomes, do i intend on doing anything about this, and the answer is of course, NO. I would, but my advanced state of Carbon Monoxide poisoning clearly prevents me from doing so.

Todays photo is just for Dan Raber, although he probably won't get it unless he is keeping up with current events in North America, and the Balloon Boy saga.