Neither did an evil fetus, if you thought that was a possibility. I've just been busy lately, as everyone is this time of year, and unfortunately (or perhaps very fortunately, depending on how you look at it) it has kept me from posting all manner of nonsense here.
You can imagine the mental anguish this caused when, the week before last, I read that Miranda Richardson -- who still hasn't called me, I'm sad to report -- apparently expressed her desire to play a Calamity Jane type role in a Western-themed hypothetical fifth season of Blackadder. (If you guessed my response was going to involve some kind of speculation that Richardson might have sung "Secret Love" to an audience of pillows in her bedroom once or twice during her formative years, you know me all too well.) Or the way my fingers have itched to write, enthusiastically and at great length, horrible things about Mike Huckabee every time he opens his yap about "the gays" and violence and our terrible oppression of Christians and whatnot. (If you guessed my response was going to involve some kind of link to this photo of his family, you -- well, you know the rest.) It has been exasperating to me that I haven't had time for any of that.
Hopefully I'll be back to making all of you roll your eyes and murmur, "Christ, what an idiot," within the next few days. Until then, I leave you with one of the greatest clips in the history of movies. Nary a week goes by that I don't find the opportunity to work "Is this the Cocksucker residence?" or "Listen to your filthy mouth, you fucking whore!" into a conversation. Preferably with my grandma.