Belated and Early Excuse

I missed putting up a review last week, and I’ll probably miss this week as well. You, the loyal reader, deserve a better excuse than “my personal life was crazy” or “I was crushed by the amount of work I had to do this week.” Frankly, you can get those kind of excuses anywhere, and we all know they’re lies, just excuses for being too lazy to put in the kind of quality work an unpaid “labor of love” deserves. So you get a better excuse. Like this one:

The only thing worse than Filthy Flagellum or the Evil Robot James Buchanan is when Filthy and his gang team up with ERJB. It’s a catastrophe, badly managed, and there’s always the potential of an apocalypse in Kansas. (But usually an entertaining apocalypse in Kansas — not like Jericho.)

Anyway, this time, Filthy and ERJB have teamed up to create a chronovirus, and lucky me — I got to be the guinea pig. They infected me last week, and there’s no telling how (or when) it will end. The good news is it appears to be a 24-hour virus. Unfortunately, the bad news is that those 24 hours could be any time in history. This is the 23rd hour, and it’s take me this long to land in an era with the Internet. So, if you are a researcher in experimental immunology or radical virology, please contact me before the virus sends me to 12th century Cairo or AD 1 in North America or Moscow in 1966 (again — so cold …). Time’s short, so it’s imperative —

Out of time. Ah, sh—