So here's the deal: I went to New York for 8 days of ToyFair. I contracted a stomach bug and had a dose of the Creeping Death. I got home and my grandfather died. I drove to Atlanta, sharted myself in a Mercury Grand Marquis and then drove home, all in the space of 72 hours. I played with the Blackberry my wife gave my for Valentine's Day. I bought a new living room set. I listened to a lot of Beauty Pill, Bastard & Pulling Teeth. I promise I'll write something new, starting this week. February & March have just been...well, fucked up beyond all recognition.