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05/26/2007: "A Cup of Determination in a Metric Ton of Doubt"

Hello from the frayed knuckles of a despondent typist. I made another wager with Tumble in a fit of bravado, declaring once again that I could write a short story given any title. Tumble took seventy-two careful hours and came up with the doozy Adventure!: The Barfening of Shitsbury. Needless to say, my creative well has evaporated and my brain started sobbing ten minutes ago. Satsifaction practically emanates from his room down the hall.

Grogan Tumble himself has been hunched over his cabling spool coffee table, jotting down ideas with fevered inspiration.


He got it in his head to come out with a line of motivational calendars. So far, I've only gotten a chance to glimpse months January through March:



I personally can't wait to see December. I found a crumpled up idea in his wastebasket that simply read, "I hate you, Santa."

All for now,

F