If anything important happened last weekend, I missed it. I can't tell you where I was. It'd normally be the "if I told you, I'd have to kill you" routine, but I'm not going there because
a) death threats, especially vague death threats, are nobody's friend.
b) the odds of me suddenly gaining the power to reach through your computer screen and throttle you are incredibly low.
So with that in mind, I'll amend the usual cliche to "I'd tell you, but it would make your hard drive melt."
I promise, however, that it had nothing to do with feral tigers, chemical weapons, or daffodils.
-James
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