Breaking the Tape

Right around the time this post goes live, we’ll be handing in Act Three of the Now the Hell Will Start screenplay—yes, the project we’ve been using as an excuse to get away with weak blogging for much of the last month. A momentous occasion, and one we would have toasted with copious pints of Guinness in our younger years. But, alas, the time isn’t right for such revelry—Mrs. Microkhan is off in Vega$, selling fine lingerie at Miss Exotic World, so we’re solely responsible for Microkhan Jr.’s c