Okay... he walks in... and... he... sees, no, smells her! Yeah! And it makes him... horny... NO, Hungry. Oh, God. Yes. It's so simple. It was right there in front of our noses for so long. I can't believe I was the first to put it down!

-From the hand held recorder of a bestselling author.

Okay. We've found Neely. He was lost on his yearly Fourth of July walkabout/bender/suicide attempt. It took us a few weeks to locate him under a house in Kansas City. He's in a tub full of ice now and we're getting clear sentences. He's given up meat, but not given up.

All the new material we've been posting has not been new, only newly found. In a few weeks we hope to have shaken out a pile of actually new stuff specifically for this site. He has been totally occupied with TV ideas, book ideas, coup ideas, bad ideas, dead end ideas, old ideas, etc.

Give us a bit while we ladle the water over his steamy head.
Thanks for your patience.

-Zeblinz