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A few career options for me to consider if I’m ever well enough to work again.

High-energy prop comic.
"Hey! Lookit this!"

Wal-Mart greeter.
"Welcome to hell, you cheap-ass redneck!"

Coffee shop secret shopper.
"You’re going down, you patchouli drenched hipster!"

Maybe not…

Whaddya think, sirs?

I’ve saved so much daylight that I’ve replaced Dead Don Meredith as sun tea spokesman!

I’ve saved so much daylight that I’ve been able to give up my Darque Tan membership!

I’ve saved so much daylight that even when I’m not lying my pants are on fire!

I’ve saved so much daylight that I can post status updates in the dark!

I’ve saved so much daylight that my risk of skin cancer is up 14%!

I’ve saved so much daylight that I’m now the exclusive distributor of Superman’s funky yellow sun high!

I’ve saved so much daylight that April will, in fact, be a month of Sundays!

I’ve saved so much daylight that Mothra has attacked the Fortress of Squalitude! The Tiny Beauties aren’t as tiny as I thought they’d be.

I’ve saved so much daylight that when I look into the abyss it has to wear sunglasses to look back!

I’ve saved so much daylight I was already lit up when St. Patrick’s Day dawnéd!

The daylight saving powered evil ray is complete! Everyone at the community college said I was mad, but I’ll show them! I’LL SHOW THEM ALL!

I’ve been writing.

Frog. Frenchman. See what I did there?

There’s a hastily written, egregiously unoriginal tale for All Hallows E’en at my writing blog.

Boo!

For your amusement I invite you to review the letters I’ve written to Dear Margo.

The first letter.

A followup on the first letter.

The second letter co-authored by Mrs. King.

"Dropo, you are the laziest man on Mars." – Kimar

Using the Wayback Machine I’ve resurrected the second, circa 1996, version of my original webpage, Quando Prandimus.

Try not to hurt yourself laughing.

It’s, like, totally rad, dude.