The Return? In a word? Triumphant.

Due to cleverly used legal assistance I, Harmon, am back at the place that I know and love. The BMC. HQ still looks the same. No one's bothered to clean up. There's day old pizza and crepes (Balddee's) on the floor in the kitchen and several leaflets that seem to have a cover photo of Todd either defecating on or sodomizing a small man. So basically it's what you'd expect.

It's too bad Ellen's gone, what she lacked in common sense she more than made up for in swiffer ability. Damn. She took the swiffer with her. How will I reach those hard to, um, reach, cracks? Damn you Ellen! That Swiffer was not a gift! Technically it was your Christmas bonus but it turns out that giving women cleaning implements is considered "rude" or "condescending" in some circles. It's not like we have a ton of revenue coming in here, what with the market for skanky manwhores way down after Mule misinterpreted a "pitch a tent" reference at a Boy Scout Jamboree. Hmm. This is a thinker.

Some of you, hell, all of you may have noticed my random and incoherent musings over at Good Father Abstinence. And yeah that name is 100% awesome. It's okay to admit it. Anywho, with the revenge blog thoroughly established I think we ought to keep the fella around. So in the coming weeks we might be putting some stuff up there too. You never can tell really. And if you think that random comment is an indication of a well oiled, finely tuned set of bloggers here at the BMC well, you're fucking stupid. But we're trying to get organized, so that's something.

True every time we plan something we immediately state that no restriction can be placed upon our persons, and then when Todd writes random shit about a threeway that never happened and Mule follows it up with a conversation about a wookie or whatever we all get together and say we need to have a focal point. This blog is seriously lacking in feng shui! Except for maybe Satchel & Bel, they seem sorta feng shui-ish, or something. I guess. Moving on...

I kinda like this. Me explaining what's going on at the HQ of a blog that no one reads. We should do a blog about stuff we're doing at HQ all the time! That would be fascinating right? Right?

We recently went past 200 posts. That's kinda cool. Despite a complete lack of interest by the general populace we have still managed to kill off many, many hours at work generating this blog 200+ times. The achievement is something to be noted if not celebrated. It's sorta like masturbating 4 times in a day or something. I'm proud of it but I don't know if I should share it with others. To continue in the "our blog = masturbation" metaphor, this blog is pretty much exactly like boxing the clown in public. Exposed, feeling awkward, hoping some people don't know who you are and that others (the pretty ones) do know who you are and would like to know you better. Feeling good even though it might just be wrong. All that stuff. So for those of you who have bothered to read some of these 200 posts, we (and our genitalia) thank you.