Engines to full.

I've kept silent long enough.

The dry spell is no over barring the computer exploding or something equally catastrophic. Contrary to popular opinion there is no "Festival of the Running of the Pervs."

On the other hand, depending upon your overall impressions of the French, Bastille Day might come close enough. And before someone trolling the web looking for something to twist their knickers into macramé leaps upon that statement to say I'm picking on the wonderful frogs on their day of casting away their corrupt monarchy, check into the fun and frolics refined by the Libertines.

For me, this is more of a "Bastinado Day."

Time to beat some feet.