the Unexpressed Advantage

I don't really have any words to desribe this

For those of you who haven't seen me in a while, I look quite a bit different these days than I have in the past…

So Guess What?

That's right, the Suburban Refugee is back, but now he's the World Wide Refugee or something. Just like Randy Johnson at the bottom of the 8th, right when I was about to space out and stop blogging forever, SBR is back to finish the day. Whohoo. But I guess all that R.I.P. stuff and the enless tears and the shrieking and the counselling were a waste of time. Dude sure knows how to play with a guy's emotions.

Anyway, Now you don't have to be bored anymore. I'll throw up a feed for the right column as soon as I have time.

Seriously, this is the definition of academia.

Why didn't I think of this when I was four?