Where's Waldo?

Some bizarrely funny times around the LLama Cave as of late.

First of all, LLama 4.0 has not yet arrived. He was giving us a little prank over the weekend, but as of now we're still awaiting the scheduled delivery on the 31st. High spirits abound among the kiddies, the saintly Mrs. LLamabutcher is doing okay, and I've been only going through a bottle of Robitussen a day, so things are going okay.

The past two weeks I've been insanely productive, finishing up this article I've been working on about Thomas Jefferson and the removal of the Southern Indians. I'm going to do a long-ish series of posts coming up, with some pretty damning stuff on the continuing perfidious weaselry of our third president. Of course, this required me to completely miss Orglegate II, not to mention the whole debate over neopimpicons. Personally, I'm a Neo-Khan, but that's just me, Mister Vegas.

The semester starts Thursday, but tomorrow we have an insanely stupid series of mandatory meetings. They can make me go, but they can't keep me from sitting in the back row and blogging.....

Needless to say, I'd like to slap down the mega Yips to Rob for the high quality blogging of late while I've been sequestered in the library. Over the fall, we were averaging 25+ posts a day, which was a pace that just was not going to hold over time. I'd better stop now, because I can here INDCent Bill wretching at the prospect of me getting out the Donny Osmond mic and start singing "You are the wind beneath my [blogging] wings" to Rob.

So tomorrow, expect the return of snarky professorial japery delivered in my native dialect of Poltroononics.

Yip! Yip! Yip!