I have an idea for this week. It has absolutely nothing to do with everything. It's an exploration in isolation. It's an adventure without pressure. There will be questions with no answers. There will be answers with no questions.

In other words, it's one of those "just because" things you do with a smirk on your face, leaving everyone else wondering why and you can't answer why because you're smirking only because you don't know why either.

If I can get back into the good graces with the 2YG, (although I can communicate succinctly using written words, my oral communication occasionally lacks intelligence) there will be some pics on here later. Along with an explanation.

But for now, I'm going to leave you hanging like a snotcicle on the tip of the nose of a Minnesotan ice-fisherman sitting on a bucket, hunched over a murky hole of some forsaken expanse of a wind-swept lake, encircled by the foreboding hush of thousands of bare birch trees, hiding the mysteries of the Northwoods.

If there could be a writing version of Over Acting, the sentence above would be a prime example.

Thank you.