Fish are dying, I'm happy

Hey, what up internets. The static has cleared and I'm back, live and direct. Magnificently captured above, you'll see a very happy white man, a very short black man, and a reasonably large dead Barracuda. The very white man is of course truly yours, the very black man is my erstwhile companion Charlie, a notorious Belizian pimp and part-time fishing guide. This may seem like a strange combination, but it means he can cut thick nylon fishing line with his gold teeth. The late Barracuda depicted was caught trolling behind Charlies boat with a whole sardine, cunningly concealing an enormous hook. The fish and I were equally surprised when it took the bait and leapt clear of the water, in a spectacular spectacle for the benefit of Charlie, his cousin, KT and I. After some serious grappling, in which the line cut poor Charlie's finger rather severely, we brought the fish aboard, and Charlie's cousin set about tapping it on the head with a short, wide board, which seemed to mostly just annoy the fish and make KT squeal in a fascinating combination of terror and delight.

That's a keyhole view of what's been going down in this patch of the rock. Stay tuned.

Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday to the Coon, Happy New Year, and in anticipation, Happy (?) Martin Luther King Day, which is the next long weekend scheduled in here in the land of the red, white, blue, brave, free, fat, loud, and yet totally awesome.