So here's what I'd look like if I had a big curly mostache...and you could only see in sepia...and had retinopathy.

I haven't written in a while. (A standard epilogue for blog entries.) Truth be told, not that much has happened that was interesting. I got a new bicycle and I plan to tell you all about that, but I haven't actually ridden it yet, so I didn't want to come at you only half the picture. My birthday passed. That was good and all, but nothing 'blogworthy". Just the bike. Oh, and I grew a big black curly mostache. Plus, I'm thinking of holding the mayor's daughter captive in the ol' gold mine. That's if I can't get my bicycle working.

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