This is the burning question many of you Brink regulars have been asking, ok well two of you at least. I will explain where I've been. Those of who don't care can use this time to draw with your crayons.

I wouldn't be honest if I didn't say the "New Brink" threw me off a little. I'm not too computer savvy, for instance when I had a computer savvy friend look at this computer when I had a problem with it his comment was: "You know, these classic computers are bringing some pretty good money on e-bay." So I couldn't for the life of me get anything on Brink that didn't look like someone spilled alphabet soup on it. My ability to fight is somewhat like the French's, I surrender quickly.

The next excuse most of you will understand. We lost Zog and things just didn't seem fun anymore without him. I even caught myself writing nice things about him. I thought I had better get away from the keyboard before I started writing romance novels and watching Ophra.

Then I lost my gas station. You see business there was so bad that I had a lot of free time to write. But eventually ones wife says, "How much more of our money are you going to pour into that worthless piece of real estate?" And one has to abandon ship. This meant being home all day. This meant getting a list of chores from my wife before she left for work each day, none of which said: "Spend all day on the computer writing drivel for the Brink." or "Have as many of your friends over as possible and drink yourselves into a coma." No, these chores basically demanded I waste my time doing crap like cleaning and repairing things around the ranch. I tried to explain to her how many illegal aliens we would be putting out of work but to no avail.

The good news is that now I am back in the antique importing business, making a living and back to paying illegal aliens to do my chores. Then Burning Sand sent me an email telling me to quit whining and try to "Quickpost." And I'll be darned if it didn't work. So I will try to contribute as much worthless drivel and stir up the fires of contoversy as much as possible between my trips abroad and drinking binges with my cronies.

Those of you that have no idea who I am or do know and don't give a rats patootie can ignore my contris and read someone worthwhile like Reno Sepulveda, Guy Neal Williams or admire the photo essays of Burning Sand or follow the adventures of Chuck Prophet as he attempts to entertain the entire globe. The rest of you can read my dross and put snappy comments at the bottom

And now guys you will have to eat your collective hearts out, I must go and prepare for a night out with the sexy Burning Sand and the lovely Bob. This will consist of pre-dinner cocktails which always leads into blubbering about the late great Herzong (I blubber, she tells funny anecdotes) then more cocktails with dinner, and I believe food is usually involved somewhere but I can never remember. Does anyone out there have a roofie?

Until next time, DD