Gettin' Her Janice On

"Where the hell has Tim been," some of you might ask? Over the last year and a half, I've kept the OCD Gods happy by posting more or less daily, even when mere mortals may have said "Fuck it, it's only a blog." I have, however, met my match in the form of bacterial pneumonia.

Being one who has some trouble keeping things to himself, I magnanimously shared this with my girlfriend. This hasn't been all bad. We have transcended, and turned illness into art. As her normally dulcet-toned voice began to resemble a five ton truck driving through a gravel bed in low gear, we said, "Sing!"

Here's Revel, recorded for posterity, getting her Janice on.