You know, it hit me today:

“Poo” is a really stupid word.

From now on, the word “poo” shall no longer appear on this site.

Still alive. Just busy. Brain’s got nothing for you right now, people.

But, to keep yourself amused, might I suggest a trip down the into the bowels of the archives to some of my favourite Space Monkey Pants posts?

For all those thronging masses ready for a cavalcade of material now that all that Month of Me silliness is over…

I tip my hat to you.

And… I humbly apologise.

For at this moment, Jason is buried under a large and varied mountain of work and will not be able to get things back up to speed with the alacrity to which he is accustomed.

So all I can ask is that you stay tuned.

And send cookies.

…

For the love of god — SEND COOKIES!

Well.

That was fun.

Move along now. Please allow the ushers to clean the aisles.

I have decided to start a project.

For the next month, I will not link cute-animal posts or funny-quote posts or poo-posts or stupid-people posts or awesome-Lego posts or even zombie posts… unless they actually reference the events or undercurrents of my life.

For I do declare the next 31 days… The Month of Me.

(Look at you all… cringing in horror.)

For one month, I will actually attempt to give people a glimpse into the fabulous world that is Jason, without hiding behinds the warm embrace of of zombie Lego kitten fetish porn or whatever. (That phrase should get some interesting hits from Google.)

So stay tuned for fascinating excavations into The Uncharted Depths Of Jason’s Computer Room! Prepare yourself for a startling account of Jason Cleaning The Kitty Litter! Gird your loins in fear of Jason Wondering What Happened In The Last Five Minutes Of CSI Last Night After He Fell Asleep!

Are you girding your loins? Oh, you better.

The Month Of Me begins…

— to tide you over for the next month: a cat piano (via), Pugs in Hats (via), a monkey song, the growing Wall Ball menace, the travels of Nate the Sock Monkey, a zombie donkey in shirt form, a site that will smash your heart into wee little pieces, famous monkeys through history, and a Lego boom-stick wielder — ration that out, people. It has to last you a month —

… NOW!