The neglected kiddie pool that passes for my creativity well has all but dried up. So instead of having anything to say at all, really; I've got nothing.

I did, however, recently ponder scotch. Specifically those scotches from the Islay region. See, Islay scotches come from seaside distilleries whose peat has absrobed the saltiness of the seabreeze. This gives the Islays one hell of a gnarly flavor. I've heard that some aficianados consider the strong aroma of these scotches some kind of an abomination. I've also heard that some people like to shove gerbils up their brown eyes, so I suppose people's opinions should be taken with a grain of salt. And in some cases maybe a pelvic x-ray.