Relax, my child, I am here.

My attention was distracted, but only for a moment. I posted the gospel onto a Presbyterian web board, and some butthole thought he would spread the word by replicating my intellectual property through a gateway to an e-mail list. I paid geekboy a visit and fragmented his community, if you know what I mean.

But I am back now, and I can sit here and watch and wait, and think about the fact that Hugo still has not gotten to my queue number. I can only pass so many days on Napster downloading Handel tunes, you understand. My patience is wearing thin.

Jesus Christ
Queue #9666, Mark 2:7

P.S. Come on, I'm the son of God here. Surely I deserve a loftier title than 'stranger'?