Ike still loves you, baby

I realize that I've been treating this page with about as much care and concern recently as Andre Rison has been treating his kids.

Hopefully, that will change now that the worst of the workload from my second (still non-paying) is hopefully over. Although I think we all know it's not.

I think I'm in danger of falling below the threshold of Little G "I'm slipping in and out of a coma"-level posting, all the way down to Jim Norton "I died three months ago, but no one has found my body yet because the transvestite hooker I paid to laugh at my jokes ended up killing me, putting my remains through a wood-chipper and dumping the chunky pieces far out to sea"-level posting.

Just to let you know, I'm still alive. And I haven't heard anyone running a wood chipper, either.

Good times.