Its fairly disconcerting to walk into one's house and find a hole in the ceiling reminiscent of an alien popping out of someone's chest. To my good fortune there were no slimy monsters crawling around my living room, just a puddle of frozen water where my couch used to be.
If I had a pair of miniature ice skates you'd find me pulling triple axles, but instead I have a lot of towels and a hair dryer.
On a brighter note, I think I start work on Monday on 'The Shroud'. I'd love to tell everyone about it, but I had to sign a non disclosure agreement that threatened me with a thousand years of lice if I tell anyone about it. Since I can't come out and say anything, I'll go back to my math days.
Cloned Jesus + Rogue FBI agents = ???
Oh yes, good times will be had by all.
So, it's pretty much official that I'm leaving the land of ice and snow for warmer climes come April Fool's day. Back to palm trees, june bloom, and augmented breasts. It'll be nice to go home. Where in LA do you think I should head off to? Encino? Hermosa? Hollywierd?
I've decided that online poker is worse than crack. At least with crack you wake up with a hangover. Poker just lives you dead inside after someone bluffs you with the hammer.
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