Ya-a-a-a-awn!

Oy! I didn't sleep so hot... up all night slaving over salmon DNA. But! It's not all for naught! Oh, it was no easy task, but after trolling through the guts of a half-dozen love-starved trout, I emerged with not only enough upstremezine to carry me to the Paleolithic and back, but a savory dish for two, ideally eaten by candlelight with a hottie on the opposite end of the table. Unless said hottie doesn't enjoy fish, or is some sort of hippie vegetarian-type, in which case fuck that hottie. Figuratively. Or whatever, I don't tell you what to do with your life.

O'course, now I got new problems: I got me a pricy-ass Global Positioning System to plug into my time blimp, only to discover that it ISN'T. It is not a System to put one into a specific Position on the Globe! It should be called the Where-Am-I Dingus! So, now I'm out a hundred bucks I could have spent on rockin' flame decals, AND I can't actually go anywhen without winding up in space somewhere. And I don't WANT to go to space. Space is boring and, I've always felt, vaguely unAmerican. So, I'm going to be working on this problem tonight, I'll keep all y'all posted.