Well, I dropped the blogging ball again this month (fyi, it’s optic yellow like a tennis ball, bound in leather and several times heavier than a bowling ball). So many other writing projects kicked my ass so hard that I couldn’t squeeze the time in for a real blog post. In fact, I’ve actually been fitted with a prosthetic ass. These suckers are expensive, though, so I can only pay for one cheek at a time. Sitting has been a challenge. Plus, I’m making plans to move to Canada if we actually hold an election. That’s right, all you people proclaiming that you’re heading north in Donald Trump wins are short-sighted fools. This election cycle has been marked by a level of idiocy that I never thought we’d reach as Murricans. And, judging by the inflammatory tenor this post has taken on, I’d make a terrible Canadian. Long story short, I’ll be back next month with a review of an episode of Charles in Charge or a story about a pair of boxers I owned for 12 years or some crap.