The Wuhan coronavirus pandemic terror has caused many business owners (and their employees) to lose their asses, and fortunately there’s an inexpensive replacement. One size fits most, but there are double-wides available for a small fee (plus corpulence tax).

Although there’s a limited supply, you’ll get yours in the end. The line forms at the rear on this long overdue

At least the weekend is near.

Sick of this nonsense yet?

Maybe we’ll get some new fear porn today…MURDER HORNETS!

…OR…WORSE!!!!

Sorry, Dee! Thanks, Rain!

It is with a sad, yet hopeful heart that I call the end of Diary of Daedalus. There is no need to carry on. The idiot boy is a failure and simply a small turd in the bowl of life. A turd is in fact high praise for the groovy pony-tail. His minions float lower in the bowl, by choice.

What to do with DoD and all that data…So, after consults with a bunch of peeps, I went on the deck pondered the river in front of me while having an Arturo Fuente Lost City Opus X and a heavy neat Don Julio 1942. Both of these are worth more money than the entire basement dwellers of LGF can put together in a year. I suppose that it is time to move on. Move on indeed. Daedalus did tell Icarus not to fly to close to the sun. The jazzy pony-tail didn’t listen and blew it. Now he has, well…I’m not sure. The website is a wreck. I just looked at it after being kicked of the reservation way back in 200x? Jazzy didn’t have the moves or the looks to pick up on Pam back in the day either.

We will now welcome abusive tirades against the jazzy ponytail and his sadly moronic followers who still can’t come up with a way to cook a side of salmon, or be able to put a noun and verb together.

The DoD database and the comments are secured. The brilliant work of the unnamed genius few remains.

*I have been on the phone for hours and thrown a few hundred $$$ at this problem. It comes down to one guy.*