Today the Moventure draws to a close.  What better way to celebrate than to whip on my frontier apparel, move to B.C. and become a gold trader?  I hear gold is doing pretty well against the dollar these days.  Much better than oil, anyway, and that was option #2.  

 

As you can see, I've been practicing my meanest sneer and coldest glare.  I figure they'll come in handy until I can afford some six-shooters.  I'm also looking for some spurs, 3 or 4 oversized bandannas and a small jar of saddle wax so please get in touch if you have any.  I have some textbooks on post-feminist identity politics (good condition) to trade for them.

 

Thanks to many generous donations, I was able to raise over $125 and my team breached the $5k mark.  This was well above our original goal, and that kind of success just sets my prostate aquiver.  Well done, boys and thanks, darlin's.

 

Well, I guess that's it.  It's been fun letting you all in on my most intimate of self-conscious personal reflections.  I know you must feel tremendously enriched for it too.  You're welcome.  The good news is that this blog will remain up for the foreseeable future, so you can revisit it at your leisure.

 

You best skedaddle, hyperplasia!  There's some new Sheriffs in town and we're coming ta hawg-tie yeh.