Running with the Jungle
Hello children.

It's been a while since I've stepped up to my little Internet soapbox, hasn't it? Over three weeks, I believe. In my absence the other Lemon Jockeys have ably filled my shoes, picking up the slack without a moment's hesitation. Or they provided two updates over the three week period. One or the other. But that's okay, I'm sure you weren't expecting any better from them. I, on the other hand, was supposed to be a different story. I updated. I provided content to you, my yearning masses of devoted readers. I was there for you every week with more words to throw at you in various and varying arrangements. It was a beautiful partnership, yours and mine.

Then I stopped.

Completely. Cold turkey. No warning, no mention of a possible return, just gone. Why? We'll get to that.

This is the United States of America.

I live in the United States of America. You probably do too.



This is Baltimore.

I live in Baltimore. When last I updated it was in this very city. Indeed every update I have posted has been from Baltimore.



This is San Francisco.

I arrived in San Francisco a week ago.

Via Volvo. This was my route.



It took about two weeks and, as you can see, I wasn't exactly rushing. My route curves almost as much as your mother's back after I got finished nailing her. Oh, zing! So, in short, yes I'm back in action. Next week we hop right back into the swing of things with a new Cellars of IMDb, a follow-up to one of our most popular updates of all time, and some reflections on what it's like to cross the vast intellectual wasteland that is the United States of America.

Until then, try not hurt yourselves.


And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Because your blog sucks.
- posted by Odovaucer @ 6:16 PM