I've realized that at this point in my life, I have two purposes: to suffer fools and to state the obvious, but then maybe that's only at work. I've taken a long long long sabbatical from writing, i.e. lost my muse, real-life intruding into any kind of creative process, then going back to school. Now I'm itching to get back to writing. I have a warped sense of humor, brought on by a childhood weaned on Benny Hill, Monty Python, and Mel Brooks. I also have an unhealthy addiction to BBC America, and cannot be bothered during: Dr. Who. The exception to this rule is hockey season, then all bets are off.