For those who care - which means all of you - in the past few years I have, besides incrementing my age about fourfold, become a student at the University of Toronto, studying Biochemistry and genetics. I am about a year and a half away from graduating, actually. Throughout that time, though, I always felt bad about leaving this place. I miss the every day bullsh*t conflicts with antagonistic, venom-spewing, childish morons, and the pats-on-the-back from our respected (and some not-so-respected) elders whenever I churned out another one of my amateurish (and by that I mean f**king brilliant) works. I miss the bullsh*t cliques and favoritism, the rubber-stamping, the review padding, slamming the community in editorials, Nikolai Tesla or Nirav Tolia or whatever the f**k his name was, and so much more.

I'm also here because I want money. I haven't quite assumed any substantial means of production thus far in the capitalist machinery within which we are all inescapably ensnared, so I will once again try my hand at getting paid to complain. If you don't feel like clicking on all them links to help this mother out, why not just send me a cheque directly? I also accept money orders and PayPal. Special recognition will go to those who ship gold, diamonds, or prostitutes (preferably all three).