There was a relic on the precipice

Hey, guess what?
The cobwebs stuck my keyboard keys together and so i have not done an update until now.

It also seems that not much will be missed because i am basically talking to digital air, right?
Right?! Is there anyone on this cold terrestrial plain of cyberspace who cares to tune their frequency to my virtual loquacity?

Alright, starting off ... ... I just finished watching The Mask of Zorro on DVD, so I'm up to my ear-drums in flamenco music and over-the-top horse chases.

As you know, Mexico is more than just sombreros and mafia - they have gold, crazy horses, foxy ladies and Antonio Banderas.
Good Ole' Antonio makes it look really easy flicking out a "Z" on any surface with a meter long sliver of aluminium too and he can jump down a 4 storey building and not break a leg.
Aaahhh... the joys of Hollywood.

My sister has come back from the land of Yankees and super-sized hamburgers.
She come bearing gifts of toys, clothes, perfume and hopefully not the H1N1 virus.

My brother just got his $100 pay check for a month of waiting on tables.
He will consequently blow all of it on pool.

My father wants me to do a $100 website for him.
I close my eyes and pretend i never saw that email.

Señor Zorror tips whips his hat off in a sweeping bow and heroically jumps on his gallant steed in a motion faster than lightning.
Then, galloping up the rugged stone steps of a building, he unassumingly places himself with swiss precision in the halo of the setting sun. Then, thoughroughly defying all logic, he and his gallant steed leaps off the building and vanishes. Suffering no bruises or cuts except the ones cleverly placed on by a cunning director and a cool make-up artist.

The End.