It was once believed that the world rested upon the shell of a giant turtle. If that is the case, then my personal world chose it's turtle poorly. Mine seems to have become addicted to PCP, battery acid, and small potpourri scented chihuahuas and is now hell bent on strapping nuclear powered rockets to his shell.

...Or maybe that is the coffee talking. The nefarious and vile concoction that rose up out of the infernal depths of Mug and ate my cell phone last night. I didn't drop my phone in a cup of steaming coffee, I swear. It leapt forth from its ceramic confines and in no uncertain terms demanded my utmost attention by taking away from me my sole contact with the outside world.

But I persevered and spurned the malicious and jealous machinations of my stale coffee and turned to my laptop for comfort, love and support.

...Until I shocked it by an accidental buildup of static electricity and it hasn't quite been the same sense. Love hurts, you know?

With a lot of changes going on in life (career, family, living situation) I was left with a decision to make (sans coffee, cell phone, and laptop lifelines). I sat down with my neurotic turtle and had a heart to shell.

I have had a wonderful time here at the 'Stream, but it is time to move on as can be evidenced by my lack of posts, shenanigans and hilarity over the past two months or so. I will leave this blog active and may, due to my increasingly chaotic nature, return from time to time, but essentially this is it. The big one, the curtains, the axe, and whatever other euphemism you can think of that would be even remotely apropos.

I hope everyone does well (beware the ninjas - they are evolving in their sneak attacks and have started using house plants as their bases of operations now).