Looking back on some of my recent posts it is apparent that The Spider of Negativity has once again caught my brain in it's evil web. Bound by silken strands of cynicism made stronger by the bitter fuel of irony, my sad cortex has descended to the nether regions and wallows in the quagmire of self indulgent satire and scorn. Oh woe is me, for the Spider doth fatten itself upon the ripe first fruits of misanthropy made abundant in the mind of this pessimist. Surely my sad cerebrum shall once see surcease of this spurious state. Pray, pray thou saints that I may find victory o'er this lowly, demeaning , pathetic, situation.