My Humble Abode

For those of you who are wondering why i'm allowed to get away with such an amazingly anarchic site i'd like to let you in on a secret. While you may well be reading this post from the comfort of your home, office or cell, it is being written in less than auspicious circumstances. In order to keep the blog free from the constraints imposed by the military-industrial complex I am forced to write it from my fortress stronghold, location unknown. Obviously I know where it is, but for all intents and purposes you don't. The only people who do, in fact, are the Doubleday Book Club, and as i'm a member under an alias they won't be putting two-and-two together anytime soon. My humble abode (charmingly referred to as 'The Temple Of Doom' by my artificially-intelligent clockwork robot spiders who toil at the myriad menial tasks required on a daily basis) is ringed by the latest in SAM technology, as well as more conventional lasers, tripwires, RPGs and of course the spiders who spit hydrochloric acid through their eyes. To make doubly sure, however, the entire site has been placed under the magical protection of a Mayan shaman kept on staff for that very purpose. So, enjoy.