I had many writings planned out to work on one evening after I finished some chores.
Then, either the very
rotten branch that fell on my head bounced onto the ground yellowjacket nest, or
I coincidentally hit the nest with the weed eater when surprised by the blow.
Either way, yard work sucks.
And yes, I should have a camera crew follow me around since my life has gone beyond simply providing comedy material and now often resembles episodes of Mr. Bean.
Therefore instead of my planned writing activity I watched the released first part of the initial season of Kevin Smith's Masters of the Universe Revelations.
And it was entertaining. Woo!






