Back on the Air

If there is one thing we can all agree on, it is that, in general, 2006 sucked bigger than than a giant squid. With the exception of the addition of several new beautiful children and the subtraction of several old murderous bastards, the entire year can be summed up as being a bad case of cramps. A real lollapelosi.

But, after fielding countless emails from my vast readership requesting that I renew their subscription to ennui, I figure that one more senseless rant or two will not hasten the end of days any more than Brittany Spears going commando.
So what the hell.



Let's start 2007 off right then, shall we?