The Beating of Our Hearts is the Only Sound

Well, shoot, here we are.

Half of our writing team is now preoccupied with experimental film. Take heart -- you're all going to be in this experimental film; and even though I can’t explain it, I already know how great it is. I already know the ending; it’s the part that makes your face implode. I don’t know what makes your face implode, but that’s the way the movie ends.

Uhhh... anyway, this leaves us with the other writer, the one without any artistic talent. We tried to get this other writer to continue on with our rich tradition here at the Tobe, but his first attempt at drawing a cartoon tampon resulted in an explosion of tears and urine. So, we decided to try a blog instead. This, my friends, is why Al Gore took the initiative in creating the internet. Remember when you logged on that one time, and you got to see Alyssa Milano's boing-boings? This is better -- if you happen to lack genitalia. Which I do.

That's a brief intro. They'll be much more to come in this blog. I'll have all kinds of things to say about the latest happenings in the fork community, and perhaps even other communities, since nothing happens in the fork community.

Either way, always remember: the color of infinity is inside an empty glass.

Damn, I'm hot.