Just a short diary because I'm an anti-social troll who doesn't care a puff-of-hot-air about any of you, but whose guilt laden upbringing still forces me to uphold my end of the social contract even though not one of of you cares if I do anyway.

What? Peeved? Me? No, why? It's not like I just had my 3rd attempt at a camping trip washed out just like the previous two, is it? I mean this time we actually had tornado warnings and panicked children on the barren mountain top! Completely different! I mean, there we were! Watching the lightning! On every side of the mountain! And then Ms. Ranger comes by and says, like, "Hey, perhaps you should consider packing up your loose gear! 'cause there's a twister a'comin'!"¹

What?!? Leave me alone you punctuation policeman! I can use as many exclamation points as I want! Hey! Put down that comma! Ow! I was using that spleen!

Oh - and in another note - attention Hulver-type infidel. I actually finished my reply to you two weeks ago but I was hoping to have some cool astro photos to attach to it. Sadly, as you might gather from the above commentary, I do not. So, please to be expecting my postal pontifications any day, well, week, now.

¹ Aforementioned twister landed one county over! We only got rain! And panicky children!