So I got profiled and not the sort of profiling that happens to Arabs at airports ever since that day . . . What was it? I forget the date. November 18th or something. You know what I’m talking about. The time the free masons pretended to blow up a building or something.
Anyway, they interviewed me over at BlogTO so let me welcome all of the BlogTO readers. I’ve been working 60 hours a week and drinking and/or hungover the other 108 so I haven’t been keeping the place up like I should. But that will end in the fall.
In the meantime, “Wassup Tdot?!” Or some such thing. The modern vernacular eludes me at the moment. That’s what happens when breakfast is a croissant and a few bottles of Becks.



