Cynics' Salon Returns...Somewhat...

Apologies for the long hiatus, everyone. To make a very long story slightly shorter, Ryan has been out on a week-long alcohol bender investigative assignment. I made the mistake of asking Socks to clean the break room, which he took to mean that I wanted him to spend his school loans to install a 42" plasma tv with surround sound speakers. He's been locked in there with the IT squad playing Guitar Hero ever since, living on Easy Mac and bottled water and possibly soiling himself.

All of which left daily operations to Mel and I, and--frankly--someone had to be the suit around here and field all of the telephone and email inquiries. I trust that Mel's attempts at journalism were at least mildly well-received.

Which all means, of course, that we're still lacking any real material because Ryan hasn't sobered up yet, and the locksmith who assured me that he would blow the break room door off of its hinges if necessary has gone home in defeat.

For now, I'll leave you with this thought. Actually more of a picture...a picture of the Peruvian riot police on parade....

Anyone know the Spanish word for "Stormtrooper?"