i am gearing up to tell you a very big story, so cry not hot little tears here on the tundra. wind and not emotion shreads your face. smack vigorously your hands together if they burn cold, stamp your feet. somebody comes with hats and buddy's trying to get a fire going. and then it's going to be awesome this hayride. this prehistoric shindig. ridiculous. you are bound to get completely sick of it! i am really glad that you are here though. sidle up longside, whistle me somethin. there is a strong possibility i disappear.