Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I’m glad the ransom worked and my sweetie’s been returned. I thought we would never get him back, and would be forever tormented by page after page of soft-prOn, bizarre cryptic messages, Viking battle cries, and strange hints of nefarious doings.
We can now fire the Chris Locke stunt double, and send him back to the jungle.
(And did anyone notice that Chris’ blogroll at Ad Hominem was boy-girl, boy-girl? You know, there’s something Freudian about that. )