I was chatting with this pleasant fellow this morning. He also worships at the feet of Queen Nicotine.

He, too, confessed to having the same adventure disorder.

We chatted about running off to Alaska. It sounds like a really cool place (ok, very funny - I wasn't referring to the temperature). This is the same chap who scooted over to me last Monday to extend his sympathies about Icky and bring me a copy of that erudite publication, Weekly World News.

Anyway, what with all this adventuring stuff going on I have managed to get myself side-tracked and haven't done much on the adventure side.