Bastard's Notebook

Monday, bloody Monday.

Today marks the return of the mulletdwarf, as I once more begin attempting to whip my body into slightly better shape than current. How'd it go? Short hairy little bastard kicked my ass- I'm seven different kinds of sore at this point.

Speaking of bastards, the mass-market merchandising invasion of the LXB proceeds apace. I'm told that the movie deal is already in place, so long as the book deal goes through. Which, of course, means I should start writing. Or get the cockroaches to write it for themselves. Which means, in short, get the LXB stuff now, before Hollywood, The Gap, or my legal department latch onto this stuff and hike the prices to afford their drugs. Damn lawyers and their decongestants.

Never trust a blond, mulleted dwarf when he calls something low-impact, easy, or simple.

It's been three hours now, and most of my body is still twitching and aching. And I'm too wired to nap.

So yeah. You people hear me? NEVER TRUST THE MULLETDWARF! Got it? Good.