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