Hello, Blog Readers.
As you might have seen from these two posts, an entity has now joined us.
And I blame NaNoWriMo for letting him escape from the maximum security psychiatric ward of my subconscious.
You see, the esteemed Doctor Ace T. Jericho has been out before, wreaking havoc and holy anarchic hell in '93, '01, and '07.
But he was relatively controllable then.
In late 2007, using a strategically placed carton or ten of Swedish Fish and an Underwood manual typewriter, we were able to lure him and lock him back into his ten-by-ten room with a touch lamp, cot, TV, DVD player, and a stack of books and movies.
However, he's grown powerful now. Powerful enough to bypass the wards that were thrown up around him. Wards like six layers of concertina wire, a piranha-filled moat, and a minefield.
NaNo, by its very creative nature, gave Doctor Jericho the loophole through which he crawled.
And now he is among us. He has co-opted this blog. And he has placed an uncanny mental block upon me so that I cannot delete any of his posts.
The little turd.
As I said before, may the gods have mercy on our souls.
My apologies ahead of time.
And I shake my fist and curse you, NaNoWriMo.