...and so do I. I'm somewhere in the Midwest as of this post's publication, alternately joyriding through the great (and likely somewhat soggy) cornfields of my childhood and really getting down to writing some more script. We're almost out, you see, and I rather suspect that Artis is beginning to sweat about whether I'll have anything in on time to her. We like to live life on the very edge of the line, we do.

You've all probably also noticed a new banner up top, bringing the site's total advertisement spots to two. Please be assured this isn't a geometric trend--this new mystery spot is for a fantasy exchange site, and I don't anticipate that there should be any more ads than this. Artis had to fight pretty hard to get me to put even this second one up.

...is a newspost. And I don't. Know. WHY. But it is! I have a lot of opinions, a lot to say. I can write fairly well, and I can cobble together cogent arguments. So why is it so very hard to just sit down and type something out, I wonder? Perhaps it's the open starting point. There are so many things bubbling about in my noggin, and when I stare at this blank screen full of neigh infinite possibility, it all just evaporates. My brain sticks its tongue out and raspberries me.

And then it scampers off to Tiajuana.

Oh, and contrary to what Cijil may say, I do have a backup plan in case he doesn't get anything written up. Wing it! You people like finger puppets, right?