internets. I've been rather detained since last we spoke and haven't had the proper means in which to contact you. Rest assured, I have returned (and with a new haircut to boot) and our rather unfortunate falling out shall be amended. For the few interested parties, whomever you may be, I promise that new art will be on the way post haste, ready for you to ignore, glamorize, or tear apart at your leisure. I look forward to speaking with all of you, and I hope you can forgive me for my, as of yet, unexplained absence.
To my enemies (and you know who you are) I will stop at nothing to ensure that blackness and despair fill the remainder of your shortening list of days to come. And not hot blacksploitation blackness either, but painful, agonizing, woeful... woe.
You have been warned.
Now, since the friendly return, the access to the internet, and the necessary threats part of the equation have been settled, time to focus on finding papa a new digital tablet...
Any thoughts, suggestions, or quirky remarks to make?