Somebody still loves you, Boris Yeltsin!

Since we haven't updated this in over 18 months, I shall try and cover the most interesting things that happened in 2009 in just one post. Except for the trip to DC, which may require a post of it's own.

So here goes: a brief history of 2009, in bullet points. With pictures.

- I went to South by South West, and it was just as marvellous as the fabled stories I had heard back when I live din England. I saw a lot of bands I didn't know, and several I did know, and they were all pretty good. We even got to see Razorlight for free. For free! I also had my first ever Chipotle, and met Dan le Sac, who is a personal hero of mine. I also had my face painted like a mouse. I also got a lot of free t-shirts. It was basically a wannabe indie-hipster kid's dream comne true. So much plaid! So many tall skinny men of questionable sexuality! So much live music! We also attended the mini-festival FxFY (f*ck by f*ck you) which is held in someone's back garden in Austin. There was free beer, and a goat, and Japanese bands, and a band called 'A gun that shoots knives'. So naturally we had an excellent time.


- Alex and I took a long weekend and went to visit Melissa in Nashville and attend the Rites of Spring concert. I had to pretend to be Steph in order to get in to the concert, which was cool, as I've always wanted to be taller and more athletic. We saw a lot of different artists: Q-Tip and Okkervil River were good; TI was most definitely not. The headliners of the second day were the Flaming Lips, who always provide a good show. Halfway through their set, it started to lightly rain, as they released a lot of streamers. It was the most atmospheric thing that has ever happened to me (except that one time with the thunderstorm... but that's a whole other story.) I also had my first ever gelato... I know, I know. How had I not had it before? I lived so much closer to Italy than here for so much of my life! It was delicious, and as a result I am now what could be described as 'pleasantly tubby'. However, the main lesson of the weekend was that Vandy kids really like making out in public. REALLY. It is highly possible that two people had sex on Alex's back during the concert. We can never be sure.

- I won the ladies' division of the Tuttle ice cream eating contest. It was one of the proudest moments of my life, for sure. Yeah, I'm pretty badass. I got a trophy and everything. Alex also won the mens' division, so it was a weekend of Champions.

- Chad and I decorated Matt and Alex's house for Christmas whilst they were in Japan. It was hilarious and the results were adorable. So, they may never leave me as their keyholder when they're out of town again... but I'd say the results were worth it. You can be the judge of that.

- I surprised my family for Christmas. They had no idea I was coming, so it was kind of like something from a low-budget lifetime movie. In order to keep it low budget, I had one of the most complex flight schedules ever. Between the return trip, I hit six different airports in three countries on four separate days. I'm not even kidding about that. Just ask me about the adventure that was 'One Night In Amsterdam'. (If anyone's interested, those airports were Oklahoma City, Memphis, Detroit, Heathrow, Schipol and Minneapolis. Phew.) Anyhow, my family were suitable surprised and there was much exclaiming of joy and eating of cake and taking of delayed graduation pictures and snow-based frolicking. I got to see many of my favourite friends and relatives, and had a lot of hugs.

And that is the story of what I did in 2009, by Charlotte aged 23 3/4. Stay tuned for details of the momentous and marvellous weekend in DC, and the equally riveting 'Things I have done thus far in 2010'. Until then, peace. Darrel, I believe the ball's in your court now... unless I get round to writing about DC soon. I'm impatient enough that waiting is unlikely. Oh, and I wouldn't get too excited about my recent adventures. In 2010, I have become a model of wholesomeness and domesticity. Well, sort of. But only really on Saturday mornings.

-- Charlotte, or Carlata (as I am now known in Mexico... more on that at a later date.)

PS. Sorry about the formatting. I tried hard. I am not very good at computers though. Darrel is the technical whiz.

We're back, and we have a new trick!

18 months later, it seems like it is probably time to resurrect the madventures. A lot has happened in those 18 months, far too many madventures to cover them all, so I will only cover the highlights. Here's a teaser for what you can expect, if and when I ever get around to writing it:

- Magical moments in DC part one.
- SURPRISE! (AKA the best Christmas ever.)
- Magical moments in DC part two.
- Getting down and dirty in Dallas, parts ongoing. We go to Dallas a lot, as I have several friends there. It is always, unfailingly always, a good time.

So now I've got you all over-excited and titillated, I'm just going to leave you wanting, dear readers (if we even have any readers any more? Angelyn? You there?) but fear not, I shall return with tales of the unusual soon. But now I must fly, fly like the wind, to a land where it is not that treacherous to make reflectivity HDF files. Booyah!

- Charlotte

Things to be thankful for!

Well, just because I stopped posting on here for a while doesn't mean I've stopped having MADventures. This post will cover the GLADventure that was Thanksgiving.

Prior to Thanksgiving, I was not having a particularly wonderful time. Many things seemed to be going wrong. Then a truly wonderful thing occurred! Alex took pity on me and invited me to spend Thanksgiving, the most American of holidays, with him and his friend Nat and Nat's family in Dallas. I had never celebrated Thanksgiving before, but I'd heard that a lot of food was involved. I got excited. I baked a pie in preparation. I should mention at this point that I had never met Nat or his family before.

So, merrily, Alex and I set off for Dallas on a happy Tuesday afternoon. After getting stuck behind some SLOW people on 77, eventually we were on our way. We stopped in Davis, OK to get a fried pie. I had a peach one and Alex got blackberry, supplemented with some frozen custard (of course!) and picked up a blackberry one for Nat.

We arrived and were immediately made very welcome. I was assured that Nat's family often have random foreign students staying with them, so I was not out of the ordinary. They were excited about my pie, which was kind (they'd not tasted it at that point). Most beautiful to see was the loving embrace with which Alex and Nat greeted each other. If angels had started singing in the background, I wouldn't have been surprised. After being well fed, the guitar and banjo came out. Nat had only recently purchased the banjo but was already masterful on it. Alex and Nat performed several beautiful duets, mostly songs I didn't know the names of. One of Nat's friends came over and brought his new girlfriend, who was also a musical marvel. She was super friendly and before long was playing us a little ditty she had written for her boyfriend on the old piano forte. The only lines I can remember at present are 'hooooooolding hands' and 'I adooooooore you'. She had quite a voice, and it was a tender moment for everyone.

Once the visitors had left and the wee small hours of the morning rolled around, we took a trip to Kroeger (I LOVE Kroeger... more on that later) to buy Easy Bake cookies. Finally, I met someone who rivals my love of all sweets/cakes/cookies/dessert foods! Upon our return, Nat baked the cookies and made us tea (in the cutest little teapot ever) and we settled down to watch a film: Poultrygeist, night of the chicken dead. It was a sweet film, with all the magic ingredients, gore, college lesbians, giant chickens. I knew right then it would be a wonderful holiday.

On the Wednesday we picked up Nat's girlfriend from the airport and then went for pho. Yum. I get a little confused about what happened in what order after that, but there was more singing, guitar and banjo playing, more food, and then a trip to a Western outfitters to get boots for Mikang. Later that evening we went to a Korean barbeque place and virtually ate our weight in barbeque. I'm pretty sure we were all sweating barbeque by the time we left, it was great. On the way back we went to Kroeger and I suddenly found the British foods section. GREAT EXCITEMENT! Chocolate hobnobs! Chocolate fingers! Magic! I don't know if I've ever been so happy! Even better, Alex found cock soup in the Caribbean section. Big smiles galore.

The following was The Day. Thanksgiving. We woke up late and the boys went for a run. I followed behind on a walk. Unfortunately, I'd declined to take my phone out with me, so predictably got very, very lost. It was only when Nat's Dad happened to drive past and point out that I was heading in the wrong direction that I could find my way back. However, during my mishaps in the greater Grand Prairie area, I did manage to catch a runaway dog and return it to it's owners. Yeah, I'm a heroine, I know. Not so long after my triumphant return, once everyone had showered and changed, the appetizers started appearing and guests began arriving. I cannot even begin to describe how good the food was. i ate so many appetizers I thought for sure I'd never manage to eat the actual Thanksgiving meal. However, it was simply so good that I battled though. Then had seconds. Then had dessert. Then had seconds of that. Each and every part of that meal was exquisite! It is making me hungry just thinking of it now, and I've just eaten ice cream.

After a suitably horizontal period, during which Nat and Alex regaled us with beautiful melodies (so beautiful that it did in fact make one woman cry, I spotted), we made our way to Nat's friends house. We played some pool and then Alex and I watched everyone play mahjong. It looked complicated. I believe I passed out with tiredness and over-excitement as soon as we got back.

Sadly, Friday we had to leave :( Alex left early, so I went with Nat's parents to take him to the airport. It was a little bizarre to be at a family goodbye. I was catching the Amtrak (another adventure!) in Fort Worth, so they kindly took me to Fort Worth and we spent a merry couple of hours wandering around the city. I bought some Christmas presents, we ate Mexican food... you know, the usual things. They dropped me off at the station and made sure I got my ticket. I spent the next three hours (yes, it takes longer to ride the train than to drive, I am still puzzled by this) eating the chocolate hobnobs and colouring in my Jesus colouring book. Only on the Heartland Flyer is that an acceptable activity for an adult, I believe.

I would like to thank Nat and his parents for letting me sample an American Thanksgiving with them and for making me so welcome, and Alex for taking me with him on this wonderful adventure. I can barely describe how awesome it was, the best I can do is the following three word statement: sunshine and sparkles.

-Charlotte, the lady half of Charrrel.

I am in print! Hurray!

This is a letter I wrote that was published in the OU Daily (the University newspaper) today, this is their edited version:

Eric Combs’ column ‘Don’t be tacky when breaking a heart’ was really great,

One of my friends recommended I pick up the paper to read the column because I seem to have been a recent victim of the first brutal break-up method: the cold shoulder.

Friends had tried to counsel me, saying it was probably a misunderstanding.

At first, they said, “Oh, his phone is probably broken,” then, “He’s probably with family for the holidays,” and now, finally, “Perhaps he’s dead.”

Well, either way, he’s definitely not been calling or texting me back.

Combs’ column has confirmed for me that I should probably give up hope of hearing from this guy ever again. Is it truly tragic that I am hoping to UPGRADE to brutal break-up method three: the break-up text message.

Yes, being both foolish and female, I decided it was a good idea to text him and ask if he did want to see me again. I didn’t even get a reply to that, though.

I handed him a golden opportunity to reply with a simple “No” or perhaps a nice “Screw you,” and even that wasn’t deemed worthy of a reply.

I met the guy in question at a costume party. An inspired and rockin’ costume apparently does not guarantee a fifth date. At least I know for next time.

By sharing my sad story, I am making an impassioned plea to all of the OU guys out there: Please, be a man when ditching your date.

Telling her you don’t want to see her anymore might be awkward, but it’s undoubtedly a lot less awkward than the ensuing round of texts and voicemails from a hopeful young lady asking if you’re free at the weekend, dwindling gradually into ‘So...what happened to you?’

Thank you, Eric Combs, for waking me up to the sad truth. I have been dumped.

Before you read it, it is probably best if you read the column I wrote in response to. Unless you're not bothered about it making sense, in which case do what you like. The column can be found here: http://oudaily.com/news/2008/dec/02/column-dont-do/

I have been having lots of sad, mad and gladventures but I don't have time to put them all on paper (screen?) now, hopefully when semester is over.

For now, peace out, homies.

--Charlotte

May the MADventures begin!

Let the MADventures begin! This is a VERY long post, so if you have something in the oven right now, you should probably set the timer before you too engrossed in the story of my weekend and burn your dinner. If you don't, put the oven on, you'll be hungry by the time you've read all this!

Since we called this blog the MADventures of Charrrel Kingwright, I decided it was time I started having some MADventures to contribute. So, this weekend I went all out and had 4 mini-adventures in a row! Oh yes, you’d better believe it! I shall share assorted tales from the weekend with you here now.

This week the weekend started on Thursday with the annual Research Campus Bash. Basically, they gave us free beer and german food and polka music. All three of these were most excellent, particularly the beer. I had biked to work in anticipation of possibly partaking in an amount of beer such as to render me over the drink-drive limit. It’s a good job I did, because this is what occurred. My skype chat records show a sharp deterioration of my typing skills after the bash ended. Funny that. Anyhow, as a female international student, I had been invited to a sorority house later that evening to share in some nice autumn foods (read: pie) with the girls there.

**Disclaimer 1: please don’t think the story that follows makes me a terrible person. Beer was involved.**

I had already emailed the girl who invited me to ask if I could bring an American friend, and she’d said yes, with no restrictions. Now, this perhaps was a mistake on her part as all she knew about me was that I’m not American. I decided to make the most of this opportunity and take a male friend, for several reasons:

1) I didn’t want to bike there on my own. Safety first, see?

2) Said friend has taken me to free food events before.

3) I thought it would be funny.

We biked over to the sorority house and it was decided (this is the part where the free beer may or may not have played an important role) that in order to excuse the presence of my male friend, I should pretend to not speak English very well. This was a fairly tall order, since I am in fact English. A snap decision was made that I would pretend to be from Serbia. Quite why Serbia was chosen is beyond me now, but I think it could have been that I know some people from Serbia. So an hour of me pretending to not know very much English ensued. It was more difficult than I’d thought it might be! My friend spent a lot of time explaining things to me, and how he managed to keep a straight face is beyond me. It was both ridiculous and hilarious. The girls never questioned whether I was in fact Serbian (but you wouldn’t I suppose!) and they were very kind to us. I felt a bit guilty by the time we left, because they’d been so nice and given us pie. Sorry girls! You were very good hostesses! The pie was very good, by the way.

The MADventures continued on Friday, when I was invited to a costume party. The night before I found a large box in our garage (the lawnmower box) and decided to use it to make my costume. Later that evening I was talking to a (drunk) friend on skype chat and I asked him what the funniest thing I could be in a box was. Before this conversation, I’d had Froot Loops in mind. However, when Matt suggested I go as a box of condoms a new idea was born. It was genius really. So on Friday night after work I hot-footed it down to Walmart to buy spray paint. I picked blue glossy for the Durex Extra Safe box. By the time I got home it was dark so I opened the window to let some light out and stood in the back garden spray painting this box. Then disaster struck! The spray paint ran out and ‘Black and Decker’ was still clearly visible through the paint! There was only one solution. I headed back to Walmart for more paint. As luck would have it, I had the same server as before. To look less suspicious I also bought bread and milk. When I got home the first layer of paint was dry so I moved to the garage for the rest of the spraying and painting of the letters. I spent a happy hour painting and trying to keep the dog out of the way. I was pretty pleased with the finished product and I headed over to pick up some friends. They helped me tape up the back of the box and after sorting out their costumes we headed for the party. I should explain at this point that I didn’t really know any of the party hosts, but my friends had invited me. So I’m walking into a party where I don’t really know many people dressed as a box of condoms. It went down pretty well though, all in all. It was impossible to sit down wearing the box, and dancing required some special and unusual moves. There were lots of other amazing costumes going on there, including two Sarah Palins, John McCain, Hillary Clinton, Ashley Todd (google her, stupid girl), Daft Punk and Amy Winehouse. Very good times.

On Sunday I went to the Kings of Leon concert in Oklahoma City with some friends. It was incredible! They played all my favorite songs from the new album so I was very happy indeed. You’d think this would be adventure enough, but no, there was more. I bought drink vouchers and when I went back to get my second beer the girl gave me a voucher back by mistake (I think). I decided it was time for a random act of kindness so gave it to somebody waiting in the line. The guy I’d given the voucher then introduced me to his friends and came back to stand with us to watch the concert. He was a REALLY big Kings of Leon fan. His friends invited us to go to the Deli with them after the concert, but by the time we got back to Norman everyone else was wiped out from their parties on Saturday night. Well, everyone except me. After getting home I decided that my friends being tired was no reason for the party to stop, so I went to meet the people at the Deli to watch Hosty (who you really should see if you’ve not seen him before, what a great musician). After an hour or so the new people I’d met decided to head out, and they invited me to go back and hang out with them. Being a street-wise and safety-first young lady, of course I went. They dropped me off back at my car and beer-voucher-boy came with me while I followed his friend’s van. We eventually made it back to the house via Taco Bell and Conoco. Now, I should really have been paying attention to the directions. This would become apparent later on. A happy hour was spent sitting around chatting and watching two of the guys play Wii baseball. Then one of the guys fell asleep with his shoes on, which in their house meant he got stacked. I’d never witnessed stacking before, but the general idea is to pile as much stuff on the drunk person as possible. It was incredible, this guy ended up under chairs, pumpkins, cushions, rugs, coats, and a lot of other stuff. Once he was stacked up, we took lots of pictures on his camera and then unstacked him until no evidence was left. I wish I could have seen his face when he went to upload his pictures onto the computer! Once 2.30am rolled around it was time for me to head home. I thanked the hosts and went back to my car. This was where the problems started. The girl whose house it was had given me vague directions for how to get back, but anyone who knows me well will know the trouble I have with directions. Well, predictably I got very, very lost in NW Norman. I’ve tried looking back at google maps since and I still can’t work out where I went. After many three point turns I eventually found a sign for Robinson (finally! A street I knew!) and took it. It took me over half an hour to get home, which is pretty shameful for a town I’ve lived in for 14 months now. Oh well, can’t be helped. At least I made it home safely in the end.

**Disclaimer 2: I am not recommending that it is a good idea to go to the houses of folks you’ve just met. Think smart, kids. Stranger danger and all that.**

That is the story of my first weekend of MADventures. It was pretty EPIC all in all. However, now it’s back to ground with a bump for more homework and research. Darrel, I expect suitably comparable MADventure stories from you shortly.

-Charlotte

Introducing the handsome beefcake... aka Darrel.

DARREL'S INTRODUCTION TIME!

Hello all. I'm Darrel and I'm the larger, male, Grade A 100% American half of Charrrel. None of you reading this are friends of Charlotte's and that's sad because she is a classy lady. I'm 24 years old or roughly 624 fortnights. I've been living/working/studying/eating/sleeping/dancing/blinking in Oklahoma for 12 months now (26 fortnights). I hope to add random things to this blog as well and, in general, just keep writing. I feel like most other blogs I've had (and 3rd world children I've sponsored) have died because I stopped writing to it. Hopefully this blog will not end up in the mass grave that contains my other blogs and *click click* Shamantha Babbatunde.

I too shall be a socialist and fill out the survey.


What time do you wish you'd got up this morning?
11:45am, but sadly, I have a job.
What was the last film you wish you'd seen at the cinema?
The video of me being born.
What are your nicknames?
Big D and Dizzle, also people call me Darren and Dale by mistake.
What do you usually have for breakfast?
Eggo waffles & a protein bar.
What do you wish your middle name was?
Rutherford
What food do you dislike?
Many different foods mixed into one heap of stuff, like Chili.
What kind of car do you drive?
I drive an Asian European Edition car, anything but America I guess. :(
Favorite sandwich?
Anything cut into 4 triangles
What characteristic do you despise?
Ego, you're most likely not better than me, and I'm freaking amazing, a sex God amongst the ladies.
What is your favorite item of clothing?
My skull socks
If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?
Tokyo, I want to drink sake, eat sushi, and stop a giant robot from destroying the city
What was one of your most memorable birthdays?
The day I was born, the one where the Challenger exploded, and the ones which shared the same day as the Super Bowl
What do you wish you were going to do when you finish this?
Getting on a plane to Tokyo for sake, sushi, robot fighting, etc.
What tattoo do you wish you had?
Something weather related, or a tattoo of my skin so you wouldn't even know it was a tattoo
What pet do you wish you had?
Realistically, an okapi. Unrealistically, a talking dinosaur who wouldn't eat me. A talking dog wouldn't be bad either.
When is your birthday?
Wikipedia "Space Shuttle Challenger Disaster".
Morning person or a night person?
Night person, mornings are cold and sucky.
What did you want to be when you were little?
The airplane that flew into hurricanes, when I didn't grow metal wings at puberty I decided to just do something with the weather.
What are you listening to right now?
The sound of other people being productive.
What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?
December 20th, I will be done with this semester and hopefully heading home for a relaxing stretch of time.
Do you wish on stars?
Vengeful death on my friends...or is it enemies?
If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
The color that children are least likely to eat
How do you wish the weather was right now?
Supercells everywhere with a PDS watch up
Favorite restaurant?
I guess it would have to be Braum's, it's almost impossible to screw up ice cream
What do you wish your hair colour was?
Gray, then I would look distinguished, like Anderson Cooper.
What was your favorite toy as a child?
My dad's shotgun. Okay, that's a lie, his chainsaw.
What is you favourite season?
Late Spring/Early Summer = Awesomeness
When was the last time you cried?
I make myself cry on a daily basis
What do you wish was under your bed?
A talking dinosaur and/or talking dog
What did you do yesterday?
Went to work, class, work, haircut, eternal sadness time with homework
What are you afraid of?
The truth that talking dinosaurs will never exist, and cottage cheese
How many keys on your key ring?
One. I have multiple key rings.
What talent do you wish you had?
I wish I could talk to animals, then I wouldn't have all these conflicts in the previous questions.

Now that introductions are over....let the official MADventure entries begin!

The End.

-Darrel

P.S. I got the concussion on roller skates, we had a roller skating unit in 8th grade P.E. and I wasn't very good at it. One day I thought I was getting the hang of it and some a-hole tripped me. Two weeks later he disappeared, and the crime was never solved. So if you ever see me on roller skates again, stay the **** away from me.

Introducing the classy laydeez... oh sorry, introducing Charlotte.

CHARLOTTE'S INTRODUCTION TIME!

Hi everyone! I'm Charlotte and I'm the smaller, female, European half of Charrrel. Since some of you reading this are friends of Darrel's, I should probably introduce myself. I'm 22 years old and I'm originally from England. I've been living and studying in Oklahoma for 14 months now. My life on it's own wasn't exciting enough to merit a blog, but when it's combined with Darrel's exciting adventures, between us we have enough to scrape together a few amusing comments and stories. Hopefully. I guess you guys, our avid fans (all 2 of you! TWO! So proud!) can be the judge of that. What am I bringing to the party? Hopefully amusing tales of the strange, wonderful, and shamefully hilarious things that seem top happen to me all too regularly. Occasionally pictures too... if I can figure out how to add them. Those of you who know me well will realize this is unlikely.

For now, in the traditional Myspace way, I thought the best way to introduce myself properly would be through a survey. In a crazy sweet coincidence, my Aunt sent me one this morning, so here for your viewing pleasure, is a little bit of information about me:

What time do you wish you'd got up this morning? 7.30am, I missed by half an hour.
What was the last film you wish you'd seen at the cinema? Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist.
What are your nicknames? Shazza and Wizzle.
What do you usually have for breakfast? Cereal and milk or nutella on toast with juice.
What do you wish your middle name was? Something more unusual than mine. Perhaps Ruth.
What food do you dislike? Cheese.
What kind of car do you drive? A pimpin' 1989 Dodge Dynasty with a gold steering wheel cover and dodgy brakes.
Favorite sandwich? Egg and salad cream.
What characteristic do you despise? Prejudice of any kind. People are people, people!
What is you favourite item of clothing? Funky pyjamas and socks.
If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Australia, New Zealand or Iceland. I am horribly indecisive.
What was one of your most memorable birthdays? Twenty two as it was recent. I am bad at laser tag.
What do you wish you were going to do when you finish this? Watch a film with a glass of wine. Alas, OBAN calls.
What tattoo do you wish you had? Some stars, but I am both wussy and indecisive.
What pet do you wish you had? Guinea pigs or penguins.
When is your birthday? July 16th.
Morning person or a night person? I'm good in the morning and at night but not so good in the afternoon. It makes planning my day difficult.
What did you want to be when you were little? A nurse, a ballerina and a digger driver. I had a mad schedule all worked out.
What are you listening to right now? The Brandywine Killaz, wicked cool.
What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? Wednesday, I like Wednesdays.
Do you wish on stars? Occasionally if desperate.
If you were a crayon, what color would you be? IF?! WHEN we were crayons I was a green one.
How do you wish the weather was right now? Cool and breezy.
Favorite restaurant? Does Rusty's count as a restaurant? It should. So Rusty's.
What do you wish your hair colour was? Peroxide blonde. I would look HILARIOUS.
What was your favorite toy as a child? My toolkit.
What is you favourite season? Autumn by a long way. Autumn rocks my socks.
When was the last time you cried? Last Wednesday I cried with laughter at a story Matt told and one of the responses.
What do you wish was under your bed? Money I'd forgotten about, new car brakes, and a unicorn.
What did you do yesterday? Hoovered, went to Panera, went to NWC and worked.
What are you afraid of? I've conquered most of my fears now, but worms still freak me out.
How many keys on your key ring? 8 but some are duplicates.
What talent do you wish you had? I wish I could sing in tune and click my fingers without injuring myself.

Well, that's about it. I think that's pretty much me covered. Fun tales of adventures, misadventures and MADventures to come in future posts.

Peace out, playaz.

P.S. It was me that once went to a Halloween party as a broom. In case you're wondering, a broom is not a good fancy dress idea. Nobody knew what I was supposed to be. Tragic.