So, funny story. I was on my way home to put up my post on April 13th when out of nowhere, right in front of me, there erupted a dazzling cascade of red and white lights. As it faded, there stood two Klingons brandishing daggers and disruptor pistols and demanding I come with them to celebrate my 'Honor Day.' Before I knew it I was doing shots of blood wine off the naked breasts of a Bajoran dabo girl and singing songs of battle, glory, and general debauchery as my new companions heartily acclaimed me. You have to give it to them, Klingons know how to party.<br/><br/>Anyway, when I woke up next I was in Vegas -- or maybe it was Rigel IV -- standing over the bludgeoned body of an important-looking man in a suit with an enormous glass bong in my right hand, a bottle of K-Y jelly in my left, flippers on my feet and a card stuck to my forehead with the name 'Richard III" written on it. Needless to say, this was awkward, and it took a little while to get to the bottom of it and clear my good name, but thankfully Jean-Luc Picard showed up with holo-simulations of my good friends Ben Matlock and MacGuyver, and the rest is history.<br/><br/>(Or, to put it another way, birthday partying swallowed up my original posting plans and the work swallowed up the remainder of the month. Sorry for the long delay! I will back at full power after this coming Sunday.)