So, I am working on getting a new scanner. In the mean time, I suppose I will have to make crap up as I go along, ripping on my current scanner or lack there of. GAH! Damn Scanner. It’s looking at me now! I can SEE it. It’s all smug and such, I HATE IT! Die, Scanner DIE!

Well, at least it’s not as bad as that time I drank all that soy sauce and tried to eat Bub’s Concession stand. What a wild night that was. I think we flew to the moon.

Le sigh. I will try to fulfill my supply of scanners for your eye.

Bye bye.

P.S. My Café Press Shop is up. Why not help support the “Get mike a Scanner” fund? Just hit that little SHOP button on the left. Tankoo, and I’m out.