Reports of my death...
Contrary to what you may have heard, I am either dead nor have I been secretly recruited by the FBI as an undercover agent, codename: Littlenips, in a clandestine operation in conjunction with Smokey the Bear to prevent forest fires.

Smokey doesn't like forest fires - or your face

Actually, I've been doing a lot of reading while simultaneously exploring the wonderful world of suppositories. Suffice it to say, I've been doing a good deal of bathroom reading and in the process I've climbed onto the Christopher Moore bandwagon, one chaffed butt cheek at a time.

I'm nearly fully healed now and back in the theaters so expect some upcoming reviews and tidbits about Pan's Labyrinth (good), Ghost Rider (okay), and hopefully Reno 911!:Miami after tonight.