Prep time.


Is Jupiter off? It's not? That doesn't sound like such a good idea, Admiral. In light of recent events, you know what I mean? You don't? Well.... I've got some 'splainin' to do.

Hey, there. Just starting to plan out our trip to the outer limits. No, not the sixties television show - that was a piece of broadcast entertainment, not a place you can actually go to. I mean the outer limits of the space-time continuum, already - that dark pocket of nothingness where all of the demand for Big Green performances floats in a vacuum like a cork in a bathtub. We must pursue that cork, my friends, for it beckons. The cork beckons! Behold, the cork! Death to Moby Dick! Right, well.... be that as it may. (I've been hanging around with anti-Lincoln a bit too much lately - he sometimes doest this extended riff on Captain Ahab and, well, he's kind of convincing with that beard of his.) We must follow the demand, whatever cliff it may lead us off of.

So, yeah... we're going over the possibilities for our upcoming interstellar tour. I'm having to cross a few stops off of our list right at the get-go, as it happens. Jupiter is one. If you read this blog with any regularity, you'll know why. And if you've been a bit irregular lately, well... it's all because of sFshzenKlyrn. (Not your irregularity; our avoidance of planet Jupiter, for pity's sake. Can't blame everything on the man from Zenon.) He caused that minor explosion on the Jovian surface some weeks back. Now, when I say minor, I mean by Jupiter standards. Remember - it's one big-ass mo-fo of a planet. "Minor" on Jupiter is the size of the entire planet Earth back where you come from. So, yeah... in light of that, perhaps even a minor infraction is enough to keep us away. (Like light-years away.)

Assisting us in this tiresome duty is our old friend, Rear Admiral Gonutz (ret.), formerly of the Naval Reserve. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) looked him up at our request when we realize that this was a job several magnitudes too subtle for the mind of the man-sized tuber, who has been filling in as our road manager. (He basically occupied roughly the same volume of space as a road manager might; other than that, not much.) As some of you might remember, Gonutz is not shy. He believes in aggressive touring - musical "shock and awe", as it were, at least in terms of the itinerary. I personally think he is insisting on Jupiter because he's fond of the club scene, but that's just a suspicion. (I'm chock bloody full of suspicions.) Proud man.

Well... we shall see how this will go over, especially with sFshzenKlyrn slinging his trademark telecaster. Hey, Admiral - are we bringing those clear plastic riot shields with us this time?

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