So I will open today with a word of warning: If you are going to talk on the phone with a gorilla mask, remember to bring plenty of nerf darts. I would also like to announce my rivalry with the space bar, which will be racing against my hand to decide once and for all where spaces in sentences should go. Unfortunately, my hand keeps trying to type it's own thing, to which I say, nay! Not like the horse, like the guys with the powedered wigs saying no to some ridiculous vote that the arch-bishop of Cantbury is trying to push on the left wing majority of labor party reformists in the british parliament. It has been a good time here in San Antonio if you ignore the extreme slackerness and negligence for her friends that Kristen displayed just last night as Rob and I were turned into giant blocks of ice who had only just then fired guns in their whole lives. But that is alright, Rob got everyone back by cleverly trapping everyone inside wal mart until we didn't even want to buy a game with a big purple brain and, and.... and clay!! Yeah, we could have been molding clay right now, but no, Rob wouldn't let me steal the stuff out of the container, you know they want you to steal that stuff, that is why they let people into the store. It is because wal mart has joined in my glorious campaign of Communism in Texas, by encouraging plenty of poor, otherwise unable families to load the store full of thousands of their offspring so that it goes unnoticed when I cut a leaf off of some fake plant and pin it to my crotch. Excellent. The system works. This is electronics gentleman, it represents the big man himself, NOT ONE STEP BACKWARD!~>