I'm reminded of something Christopher Titus once stated.

"The mistake I made was after my last show I said, god give me a new idea for a new special, and god went, You're getting a divorce.  So it turns out you got to be a lot more fucking specific when you talk to god.  Don't just give him a blank slate and let him run with it."

      Something about this seems familiar.  I was amazed!  My last post goes up at 6am...long night...and then that afternoon, I get a request for help.  I remember thinking, "either somebody is as cloak & dagger as moi (which I'd be amazed and proud of), or the universe really likes to help a brother out." Then I find out that the universe really likes to screw w/ a brother.  I kind of feel like Daffy Duck when he tried his hand at being Robin Hood.  "Ho!  Haha!  Guard!  Turn!  Parry!  Dodge!  Spin!  Ha!  Thrust! (insert sound effect)" Poor Daffy.  Always with the beak.  Ah hell...at least I'm helping.  Not the sort of help I was shootin' for, but help nonetheless.  I guess beggars can't be choosers.  A win's a win.