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Dropout Boogie
Apologies for the lack of recent posts. The school is on spring break this week, the liberry is closed, the rugrats are on vacation, and I am enjoying some badly-needed rest and relaxation at an exclusive resort high in the snow-capped mountains of Indiana. The place is staffed entirely by Hungarian immigrants who don’t speak a word of English, but their eyes are kind and they always respond promptly whenever I resume my howling for drink.
I’m not sure about the Pope and his followers, but the last time I talked to him, he mentioned something about spending this week attending to the fortifications on his private South Seas island. Amidst the unhinged rants and gibberish, I was able to clearly make out such words as “missile silos,” “death rays,” and the rather ominous-sounding “subatomic squashifier.” It appears, from the general content of his rants, that he actually believes last week’s ludicrous fantasy of finding a way to escape the coming global energy crunch. I could tell him that, when the shit goes down, he and his merry band of lunatics are just as screwed as the rest of us, but why spoil their fun? Besides, it gives them something to do, and keeps them from bothering Serious People.
Anyhoo, regular updates will resume on Monday.
