In which I... i don't know.. Oh wait. IN WHICH I THINK OF A WAY TO... I dunno... eat ham? Kill Superman?

Jesus fuck it's been some time since we've done anything here. To be honest, I'm just doing this right now to spite Mark.

Actually, I think it would be a compelling podcast if you'd record me and Mark yelling at each other about somewhat trivial nerd shit and how Mark is the several times dropped child-man from a planet where logic and gravity come to work drunk and how I have lost my marbles in a turbine and a shard flew out of it, stabbing itself in the middle of my brain. Well, it would only be compelling if you're in to that sort of thing. But there's an audience for everything, even curling, which is a baffling sport to me since it looks like they're throwing a giant teapot and teasing it with brooms.

Fuck shit no wait.
I have no idea what I want to say.

Oh wait no.
I know that Mark starred in a student film, and he is very ashamed of it. I bet he's going to kill everyone Dr.Phibes style after it is shown. The day it's shamefulness is shown is the day Mark becomes a super villain. But I will aquire it and hold it ransom for... 5230 GBP? MYAHAHHA...haha.... I'd ask for more but you have to be reasonable. One day, I will tell Mark's children ''I was there, children of spazzking, I was there to witness your dad's faggiest hour''.

And to Mark, well, just consider me your Vegeta. I'll probably fail in the end when faced with your awesome... alien logic.