If you ever come upon me at night in a dark alleyway breathing heavy, grinning like I just skinned the Cheshire Cat and holding a very large axe, don’t be scared. Don’t run. Don’t scream. Don’t see your life flashing before you eyes. Just call me Mr. Pickles and everything will be alright. There’s no reason to be scared as the light dancing off the already and previously mentioned axe blinds you. Just call me Mr. Pickles. Don’t run; it’s dark in that alley and you might trip on a homeless person and hurt yourself. You could fall and cut the palm of your hand open on a piece of metal and need a tetanus shot. They hurt. Just call me Mr. Pickles and everything will be alright. And whatever you do, please don’t scream for my axe is a bit “sensitive” and the screaming makes it cry red tears. Usually followed by more screaming. Don’t make Axey cry. Yes, my axe’s name is Axey, what of it? Just call me Mr. Pickles and everything will be alright. There is no need for your life to flash before your eyes, fellow alley walker. The re-show is usually disappointing to say the least and it’s awfully distracting, wouldn’t you agree? Axey agrees. It’s always wise to agree with him. Just call me Mr. Pickles and everything will be alright.

We’re just two people (and an axe) in a dark alley. So what of it? It’s not strange, after all, many people walk in alleys. Many many people for eons have walked in alleys, day or night since… well… there have been alleys. I bet even before there were alleys, people have walked in them. It’s not unexpected for fellow alley-adventurists to meet one another in one, through proper planning or accidental coming upon. And in all that time I’m sure there have been plenty of people traversing them with all kinds of things like hats, scarfs, packages and oh, yeah, axes.

Just call me Mr. Pickles and everything will be alright.

See, there’s no cause for alarm. Everything is a-ok. Keep on a’walking and don’t forget as you pass-by me (and my axe)… oh lovely, you just called me Mr. Pickles! That’s a good chap. See, everything is alright. Have a great night, fellow alley walker. And oh… one last small thing that’s hardly worth mentioning, neighbor…

You really don’t $%#@!ing think you’re keeping that wallet do you?

Just call me Mr. Pickles and everything will be alright…

Hello there folks, we’re glad to see you all today. The doors are open once again for humor, hilarity, hijinks and other things that start with h (except horticulturists, they’re creepy.)

To say it’s been a busy few weeks would be an understatement. In what little spare time I’ve had I’ve been busy repairing and upgrading computers for friends ($), non-friends ($$$) and myself (nada); had my blog software updated (thanks Ben!); wrassled with a new skin from scratch that fought me every step of the way; had a birthday, eat, slept and well - that’s about it. Oh yeah and the site was crushed by bots (server mugged) which meant heck, while it was down now was the perfect time to do that blog software upgrade I put off. Hehehe.

The blog would have been back up within a few hours if I just used any old skin but I just couldn’t bear to see the site look like it wasn’t my site. So even though I was really busy, I decided not to put it back up until I had the time to get it looking like what I’ve worked so hard at getting it to look like.

I’m really happy with the outcome, there are still a few possible design tweaks ahead, but it looks like this newer modern version of my skin worked out great and I’m a very happy boy/camper/wack-job…

I really can’t say enough good things about EZOSHosting, my site’s hosting company. Sascha and crew are so durned good at what they do the site was back up in no time after the bot-muggin, no data was lost, everything was up and once they heard I was going to have the blog software updated, offered to help with it if needed. These guys are beyond gold to me and loved as much as a man can love one’s hosting provider sans restraining orders and cries for help.

Speaking of people that are beyond gold to me, I offer you all Ben Franske of Ben Franske fame. Ben, who travels so much some people don’t know if he’s from Wisconsin, Minnesota, Michigan or just keeping one-step ahead of people who are trying to find him, upgraded my blog faster than anyone could ask “hey, can you upgrade my blog?” Simple thanks are not enough for this lad, but hey, thanks Ben! Times a billion! Ladies - if you’re looking for a good catch, he’s single… and right now grinning with that classic a little embarassed but still grinning grin. *grin*

Now that I wrestled this new skin into submission, the lights are on, the tea is brewed and it’s time to munch on some oatmeal raisin cookies and gab. Enjoy!

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