It’s Kyle. What’s that?

I don’t think this strange name quite compares with people named little penis, oral sex, shit, or other Romanian varieties, but I saw someone who I believe has been cursed for life. I got an email. IT said: “Kyle will be handling donations. Please email her at…” I did a double take. Kyle? Her? Perhaps …

I’m back.

Sorry for the unbelievably long silence from me except for drivel on the comment boards. That’s what happens when your plumbing breaks, your phone breaks, parts of your supposedly brand spanking new computer break, you have exams, and then you scurry home for Christmas, to your parents’ house who have dialup, and you just get …