El is going into seclusion for Teh Shat's b-day...

El has donned his Captain Kirk ensemble in honor of the upcoming anniversary of the birth of dramatic greatness... Mr. William Shatner... aka "Teh Shat!", but El cannot celebrate, as Teh Shat has not returned his calls about doing perhaps... a duet, or a two man, er... one man, one cupcake show.

Still, El loves Der Shat. Perhaps El should have dressed up as a Tribble...

Shatner, can you hear me?
Shatner, can you see me?
Shatner can you find me in the night?
Shatner are you near me?
Shatner, can you hear me?
Shatner, can you help me not be frightened?
Looking at the skies I seem to see
A million eyes which ones are yours... in this galaxy?
Where are you now that yesterday
Has waved goodbye
And closed its doors?
Space is so much darker;
The wind is so much colder;
The world I see is so much bigger
Now that I'm alone.... doing a one cupcake show!

Note to self: Just because Der Shat wears a nasty-ass toupee is no reason El must... even when showing reverence to him.

Mardi Gras: Let the Wild Rumpus Start!

For tomorrow, we fast... or some do. Not El. El can't give up anything other than mediocrity. That's it. El will give up mediocrity. Shouldn't be too hard to do...

El would also like to note that he will not be giving up Teh Shat... as this is his b-day month. El is thinking of sending himself to Teh Shatner... with a tasteful bow, of course. We will work together... he just doesn't know it yet.

S'mores Anyone??

So, apparently Charlie Sheen has fire breathing fists. Apparently Charlie Sheen is the new Chuck Norris. Pffft. El still rules the world... they just live here.