Riff and Me sampling the rusty corregated metals 

Attack of the eyeball 

Feh. For such a fate, you shouldn't ask.

Theory in process of becoming fact.

Booargh. Yinz yard-creatures, time is fleeting. Unga Bunga. Been drinking more than usual this particular week and I must solemnly scrutinize wither the source of this desire for the darkly fermented sluice comes from. I believe that it is lack of exposure to my dear Destructicon coupled with the STRESS of tutoring young(ish) minds about the ins and outs of Theatre 100driansism. FEH! All I do during my week is hate on how I have to wake up early and try to desparately escape towards the weekend (which is rife with pizza and port-wines). Such an existence must either be embraced and adapted to or dismissed as soon as probable.

Wooargh!!! I watch Futurama all day.

Meh.

Rubbing iPods together for warmth

We've reached Indian Summer here in Columbus von Rumbleville. Next step, air out the breezy short-shorts and become a summer guy of some sort. Well it's busy days here at Camp Carnivore. What else is new? Nothing. With the exception of race riots in Paris of course. My friend/enemy The-the brought to my attention that once upon a time England was a disparate community of races such as "picts," "celts," "anglos," "saxons," and of course Dwarven knights. Due to rampant hurtings after 1066, these peoples were forced to salute the same flag and, therefore under law, copulate upon each other. This created a race of "Englishman" who were not truly anglo nor saxon, but a mutated hybrid. My point: even the indivisible races and nationalities can be broken down into their constituent ancestor groups. Racism isn't going to be solved one day when every type of person on the earth has mated with every other type. Someday we all may be shades of brown, I believe that, but I do not believe that that will bring mankind any closer together. Ultimately we're smart apes with limited resources. War and hurtings are inevitable. There were even wars up in heaven, according to the Bible - if you choose to believe that ancient compendium of text written by people who had no notion of what went on beyond the borders of the middle eastern/mediterranean realms. That means that hatred and fighting doesn't even end in the hereafter. Wah! It's a good thing I live in Ohio, where the only race is to the cineplex when Harry Potter 4 comes out.

I'm in a show right now. It's about some sort of Rocks and Horrors. I show off my legs in this one - for comedy. This is the thrid play in a row that I've showed of my hairy little calves for comic effect - there's some sort of cosmic trend going on up in here. Anyway, my Mom (or as I like to think of her, my first apartment) is coming to visit soon, so I must fly hence to tidy my apartment and unplug all of the Death-makines.

Supple and Vulpine,

Dr. Markre