Magnum O.P.

Just to let everyone know, I'll be fulfilling my part of the Goulash Mix CD Challenge on Monday. Until then, it's not too late to enter. After that point, I will have no sympathy when you try to enter. The only response you'll get from me is a big pot of mush. If you ask what the mush is for, I'll point and yell, "Your face!" And then you'll have to eat the mush with your hands, and only when that has been completed will you be let into the Mix CD Challenge. But like I said, none of this mush stuff will occur until Monday, so rest easy and send in those emails.

Last night, I attempted to start up the magnum opus again. The magnum opus is... well... magnum. It's kind of a secret, but basically I'm writing something very long. Whether it will be a book, teleplay for a Filipino soap opera, or the libretto for a vulgar opera, I have no idea. I've had the idea for a long time, and I've actually been working on it for quite a while. Not consistently, of course. I manage about three good days of production each month. At this pace, you can look forward to reading the completed thing in November of 3856. When the time comes, make sure to ask your alien captor for the unabridged version.

Anyway, the reason I put all of this out here is because I think I'll start serializing my progress here. Get ready, Internet; in case you were worried I didn't churn out enough crappy content already, I'm now vowing to throw down thousands of more words. So, sometime next week, look for the first installment of Brown Fizzie. If you're in the market for a bawdy saga about bordertown cockfighters (unfortunately, I'm being serious) and you specifically want this saga from me, boy howdy, you are in luck. If that's not quite your cup of tea, you better just get over it and show some damn enthusiasm.