This soon-to-be grandiose spot exists as my personal soapbox, epic escapade on ice, quirky muse and gleeful attonement for mine transgressions.  It’s these following gifts of tomfoolery, puns and cheap humor i present in a cheerful attempt to poke a pointy stick at the roadkill of entertainment.  Join me, sprinkle some salt on your cantaloupe, touch your toes ten times, and repeat after me: when we work together we can eat some cereal.