…who has now joined the formerly exclusive Sandy Petersen Club by donating so much money to the site that I had to plead with him to stop. Even my faded remnant of an embarrassment gland can only take so much.
(And it’s no disrespect to Charles to note that Sandy retains his lifetime President’s title in that august organization — I think it come with a sash, actually — not only for the large wad of lucre he has donated, but also for the fact that he continues not just to allow me, but to exhort me, to come down and abuse his hospitality at least a couple of times a year. [Have I mentioned lately that Sandy’s wife is a saint? Because she is.] Once there, I lounge in rent-free splendor, attempt at least once a visit to beat Sandy to a check — that’s right, he puts me up and then buys all my food — with only the fear of the occasional, nocturnal ferret mauling to keep in mind.)
Anyway, along with the, uh, Recent Unpleasantness on Chicago’s north side, I’ve finally broken my funk and started *gasp* working on a review. Hopefully that will be up this weekend, and it should be followed by many more to come.
So to Charles, and Sandy, and hell, all you folks out there in Jabootu Land, thanks for your patience. Relief is on the way.
(Man, I can’t begin to express my love for that picture of Rich Uncle Pennybags.)
