twentyfourmotabdammit!!!!!

oddly enough 24MOTAB is this Sunday. Expect more excitement than you can possibly fathom because this time there will be more excitement than you can possibly fathom without being able to fully fathom the excitement or the said possibility of excitement than you can fathom! It has been said that often in the days of colonial British rule of the Indian subcontinent that when it got too dark to play cricket on the finely manicured lawns of viceroy, servants would stand on the perimeter of the game holding torches to light the grounds thereby deflecting harmful shotgun blasts fired by assassins riding pachyderms (of the elephant variety) hiding in the jungle periphery. Terrible terrible things would happen and sometimes not but mostly terrible things and these terrible things were not without consequence and outcome much like when you have your taxes done by the guy standing in line at the Freedom Mart who only wants a pack of smokes and a cheap tv dinner to sooth his troubled mind from all the terrible terrible things that have happened but sometimes not but mostly have. Pancakes. There I said it.