...well, just for a little while, anyway.

Today is my last official day with Colleton/Goldwyn Productions who, as most of you already know, were responsible for bringing our favorite serial killer to TV (and for allowing me to make a pretty nice living in the process). I actually
did leave the show once before, following the second season, foolishly believing I could suddenly walk on water and shit. Fortunately, I saw the error of my ways, and after performing an epic series of corporate blowjobs and penitent self-mutilation, was afforded the opportunity to prove my worth by helping to script the fourth season, in which I got to kill John Lithgow. Well, on paper, anyway.
NO, this is NOT to be construed to mean this is the show's final season!!!! Hell, even if it
were the final season, I'd be living in a cardobard box out on Santa Monica Ave. by the time the studio's lawyers were done prison-raping me for having said so.
On the contrary, I'm starting a new project this weekend that is going to demand my every waking moment and full attention, as well as a shitload of travelling between Los Angeles and Alberta (yeah...whoop-dee-shit, right?

)for at least the next five weeks.
Consequently, I need to detach myself from the Cave (as well as YouPorn, icanhazcheezburgers.com and a few other assorted distractions) in order to give this project the full benefit of my genius and God-given talent.
Therefore, if you see me pop up here, feel free to have Thor unleash a blistering, vicious bitchslap blitzkrieg upon me
*, for it means I'm most likely ****ing around when I should be working.

See you maniacs around Christmas.
Hugs, kisses, and all that happy horseshit...

D.A.C.
* - AFTER today, November 19, you sadistic bastard!!!!!!
