Here I am! And I'm not even being funny when I say I didn't realize anybody cared, or I would've come around a lot sooner. I never got Tofu's phone message, but I haven't checked my voice mail in a while, so it might be one of those ones that went right to voice mail without ringing...not sure why it does that.
I was really, really busy over the summer, and got to travel a bit, and had some pretty kooky adventures, seriously. Some of it you wouldn't even believe. Basically good stuff, though. I took some amazing photos, and actually got a disc of my photos published just a few weeks ago (that was what kept me so busy all summer). No royalties yet...and I'm gonna be honest and say that the ones I have gotten so far aren't, like, moving me to a bigger house or anything. So anyone who thinks I was up in the ether drinkin' martinis with the Beastie Boys...I only wish that were the case.
I was gonna come back to PSC right after the photo disc launched, but I lost a close friend right after that, and combined with the 5-year anniversary, had to take a bit of a personal "time-out" in order to avoid having to hire up a whole team of shrinks to put Tiffly together again. Bah.
I think it was Stephen Kilbey who once said, "It's never as good as I hope, or as bad as I fear." And I think it was Mike D who said, "Don't worry your mind, when you give it your best, one-two one-two, this is just a test." Bottom line: I'm the type to lick my wounds in private, because Tiff is sometimes scared to be human and/or bring others down. That's a sucker move, because people around here have been good friends. And by hiding in my little cave, I missed the return of griddlecakes, which is just a shame.
Bygones! Now that I'm back, I can help you chase down Wendy. And what about the Satan washcloth? What ever happened with that thing?