In case you're wondering why it's been nothing but Channel 9 this week, it's because I've been a bit too busy to post about anything else.

I'm on the west coast, and haven't had much of a chance to write anything. I have things to say, but they might just have to wait until I'm back in New London.

It's been a very, very, very strange week. That's the other part of it. I basically came back to my hometown, visited my grandmother who, as you may have guessed, I miss quite dearly, tried to spend time with the family, tried to spend time with the girlfriend, and attended a memorial service for the 15 year old son of my father's secretary who died in a car accident over spring break. This was all on Saturday. It's a weird feeling to go from total joy to total depression and back to total joy before the sun has risen and set.

After that, I headed up to Seattle where I am presently.

Don't even know why I'm posting this. Maybe for the eight people who care.

For the rest of you: You can go about your business. Move along... move along... I'm sorry if I wasted your time.

Neopoleon.com will be back to its regularly scheduled idiocy before long.

I promise.