Breakin' It

Fatigued from Sisyphean task of attempting to reanimate The Somnambulant among us - the roughly seventy percent of Americans who shrink from the words opposition and resistance like flaccid dicks in a glacial tributary (yeah, I'm talking to you, San Francisco) - I ain't posting this week.

Instead, I will be re-training my bleeding psyche on generating a personal income, which is no big loss for either of us since I've been a broken fucking record for the last few days weeks months years. I take great pride in giving marks their money's worth, so please feel free to refund your ticket at the gate.

Suckers.

Upon my return, The Carnival of Horror will be dabbling in the ubiquitous format known as podcasting. Hopefully, the prospect will shock Your Humble Carny's frighteningly sober brain into exploring previously unconsidered possibilities for sharing future horrors - even if they're just the same old horrors delivered in a slightly more visceral package.

Questions?

A: No, management doesn't care if you don't like podcasts. Next.

A: Transcripts? Hell, no. Next.

A: Yes, being a dial-up monkey complicates matters, but I have ways. Never underestimate the tenacity of an angry, embittered idealist accustomed to fighting unwarranted hope and justified depression simultaneously. Just keep your expectations extremely low - just like you always have - and we'll get along just fine. Next. Nothing else? Anything at all? Fantastic. That settles it.

Ciao, babies. Have a blissful week.