I'm gone for a few days. Old Knudsen, Morbid Misanthrope, the mysterious D.C Warmington and myself will be deep in the jungles of Peru, fighting our old enemy, Xenu (there's more to being a Captain than just wearing a funny hat, you know).
Of course, Knudsen will probably keep blogging right through the fighting, the crazy bastard.
I sure hope that John Travolta guy doesn't try to tag along. He may be able to dance, but he handles a machete like a little girl.
(If any reptilian-looking guys ask where I am, just tell them I went to the beach for a few days.)