So there it is. I can’t really figure out how he does it, but it seems to work. Remind me to tell you the tale of Shleppy one day (yes, the dude’s name was actually Shleppy). It’s a good one. The Prophet also enjoys starting intently at people trying to make their heads explode. Fortunately, he’s had less success with that one.

So, sadly my punch-drunk love was over before it began, adding her to the list of women who have broken my heart (or my face). If I could remember her name, I would be genuinely sad. There is something to be said for a person willing to slug a complete stranger. The good news is that it allows me to remain single so that I’ll be free when Avril Lavigne relents and marries me. After all, she doesn’t like my girlfriend…

So while we were gone, I somewhat joined the dark side. No, I haven’t killed any younglings yet, but I’ve done something almost more unforgivable. I bought a Blackberry. Now, I know what you are thinking: “That’s it, he will never be seen or heard from again except via text message” but I assure you, that is not the case. Aside from the fact I have a calendar to keep appointments (I know, it’s sickeningly grown up) it hasn’t taken over my life. But I can see how it would.

The Blackberry can do so many cool things, that it becomes impossible not to want to see how they work. So then you start e-mailing people, and downloading stuff, and then boom. Next thing you know, you are $300 in the hole. Fortunately I’ve managed to stave off the addiction. The really cool thing for me is it’s notepad function which allows me to write strips virtually anywhere, any time. So the next time something stupid happens to you that you are glad no one was around to see… don’t say you haven’t been warned.

Any way, I gotta go, She’s All That is on TV, and I would like to see once and for all if, in fact, she is “all that.”

-MM

PS UPDATE: She is.