Won-derful. Updates will be slow as molasses today (or Mo Lassus, that really terrible relief pitcher in my fake fantasy baseball league with the 40.7 ERA – hey, he owns the team and likes living in the cellar!) thanks to some rather stupid shenanigans going on with the otherwise reliable virus scanner I use giving me grief while I try and do some needed updating. While I’m trying to figure this out without beating my monitor senseless (gently!) while pretending it’s the slow and not so helpful support I’ve been getting, I figure it’s a good idea to let you fine folks know I’ll probably end up under my post count. Still, there’s a LOT coming and I do need to make sure FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan (just call him York!) gets his daily due.

Back in a bit. I have no mouth online, but I must scream at something…