So what’s been up? Well I’ve still been sick, so not a hell of a lot. Isn’t that just exciting? I know it is, my pretties, I know that it is. Still, you must contain yourselves.

Past that little speed bump, life continues apace. Projects I can’t discuss yet because they are too up in the air to talk about still. Ideas that haven’t come to fruition. Things that need to be written. You know the score, by now.

Still, the weather turns toward fall and the temperature drops slowly. The air gets crisper and kinder and the sky darkens earlier and earlier. I always did like fall.

Sometimes I wish I could just babble on about stuff. But that stuff is always in the air when I want to talk about it, and I end up feeling like a little kid told not to shake presents. Damn it! Yeah I’m a bit rambly today.

However, in regards to yesterday’s Dustin Diamond news, I have created a short “film” for your use:

Hey, Liz, wanna do it?

Ew, Screech! No!

Don’t call me that! My name is Dustin. So, come on, why can’t we do it? You’re easy, I’m desperate… it all works.

All right, but nothing strange and no filming it! And I’m not gonna touch… it.

Not gonna touch what?

Little Screech.

Well this’ll be awkward, but whatever.

… I said no filming!

I’m not!

Then what’s that?

A prop. It isn’t real! Could I afford a real camera? If I could, wouldn’t I be able to afford a real date, too and not be here with you?
Point. All right, fine, Screech. I guess you can fuck me.

I… I uhhh… have been

Wow you must be tiny.

Actually, my huge cock is legendary. You’re just that loose.

Yeah, whatever. You sure you aren’t filming this?

Promise.

All right. Well you just stay back there so I don’t have to look at you.

Oh, hey, Liz?

What?

Here!

Oh my God, Screech! You sick bastard!

Zach’ll totally let me into the club with him and Slater!

This is worse than Showgirls! Oh my God!

*screech laugh* And I have it on tape! Now to ensure the NY Daily News doesn’t get a hold of it.