The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

The King is ready. The king is about to take off in his UFO. Just half a night of sleep, and Winnipeg can say hello to their new resident king of Mars, in cognito.

I found an interesting bit of information today on the web, but I have also forgotten what it was, but if I had remembered what it was, it would have made this blog entry so much more interesting. Alas, it was not to be.

That's all, just wanted to tell you that I am now officially going to be in Canada for a few months.

Or not, if the plane crashes, and I somehow end up on a 'lost' Island and am forced to input a numerical sequence repeatedly inside a shelter of some kind. I however, do not think I will last very long, or at least the shelter will last very long, since I am bound to make an error in the input causing the whole thing to blow up.