The fear of not being able to eat something incredibly important to sustaining the fabric of the transmultipanuniultraverse (or “Here”, as I like to call it) riddles my god-being as a Supersoaker filled to the brim with hind’s blood on any day (but Tuesday) would. I mean, is this true? It’s just best to assume it is and provide TetraTerra Alerts so we’ll all remain safe from the grim, grim, GRIM possibility of… *ulp* No… Bacon.

What’s that? Wheat? What about it? I only really ever worry about bacon and tacos. Bacon tacos, too. Maybe the occasional all meat, meat-crust pizza– with meat sauce.

I have been invited back to Manitoba by their Imperious King Leader person. It’s a goodwill gesture in the spirit of St. Patrick’s Day. I’ll have my Delta Green books in tow. I hate being pinched. I’ll let you know how it turned out tomorrow…