I’m back.

Nothing to lose.

Everything to prove.

VCs to schmooze.

I, [Censored], am a new man – a new and improved man – having spent the last 37 days chained to an Adirondack chair in the rat-infested bowels of an icebound frigate off the coast of northern Greenland.

It’s been quite the experience, I can tell you.  A truly character-building series of endeavors.

In other news, I’ve decided to open a restaurant, the sort of place that laughs at the concept of a drink limit, and where people can feel comfortable discussing the homicidal happenstances of their recent days.

On that note (High C) I’m in the market for investors.  I’d say about 2.8Mkr should to cover the first three months lease on the venue, add another 1.2MR$ for a a years supply of champagne, and we’re good to go.  I’m willing to offer as high as a 7% royalty on all merchandise sold in the restaurant gift shop in exchange for the funds.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a a blueberry pavlova and a shot glass of antacid waiting for me.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Fun Fact of the Day: Walter Frederick Morrison, the inventor of the Frisbee, was cremated and made into a Frisbee upon his death.  Now you know.