We Apologize For Any Inconvenience

I think I've beaten my record for insanity, I really do. That last blog was just off the wall madness. Blame Diego. No, blame Diego. Blame him and bash him over the head with a -

Emily: Rubber chicken.

Sorry about the intrusion. I'm afraid a few members of my math class have decided to assert themselves. But, the matter at hand. Bash him over the head with a large piece of styrofoam. Moving on. I have decided to WRITE

Kat: Quit with the caps lock, Brossy!

(After a short period of time in which Brossy was attacking the keyboard, we're getting back to the matter at hand. . .Which is. . .)

The Quite Epic Tale.

Max: Of what?

Kat: I'm not sure yet.

Ben: . . .

The Quite Epic Tale involves all my commentors. If you comment, you could be included! Fifty percent off now! Ben and Max, you're in here whether you like it or not, so to heck with your protestations, but as for the rest of the known world, you folks will have to comment. And comment you shall, or be Punjabbed. We shall be embarking upon an Quite Epic Quest, or QEQ, to get a Quite Holy Object, or QHQ. Where the Quest is to, who the Questers are besides me, the PotO folks, Erika and Ely, and Max and Ben, and what the QHQ is remains to be seen.

But I've decided on a name for our Quite Epic Questing People, or QEQP. We shall be called the Fellowship of the Small Round Object, and thus we shall quest for. . .something. Like I said, I'm not sure what yet. Comment and become involved! Assert yourself! Help Kat decide where on earth the Fellowship of the Small Round Object is going!

The Fellowship of the Small Round Object Thus Far: Mr. S., my math teacher, the advisor for the Point of No Return, and the Lefevre-ish Personage, Max, the resident Monsieur Giry, Ben, the resident Nosy Nadir Like Figure, Diego, the Elvis Lookalike Stagehand, and Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet, who is here for reasons no one really fully understands. Not to mention me, Erika, Ely, and Luke.

So it begins. A Quite Epic Questing Person, you will become.

And please, don't sue me.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.