It is Monday. Again. I would like to start off today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Operation B and Taco Planet. Be sure to wish them a happy one as well.

Before I get to unleashing karate chops, let me share this amazing video with all of you. The wonderful ViHart released this yesterday and it is incredibly awesome and nerdy. It is also 12 minutes long, so perhaps you should make a note to remind yourself to watch it when you get home. It is very interesting in the way that it ties music and noise to Trig and Physics. You Math nerds will pee a little when she starts building sine waves. Anyways, enjoy:

Alright, now down to business. For the past few weeks, there has been a rant growing inside the chrysalis that is my brain. Given that today is the day that I affectionately kick Operation B to the curb, I feel that it is time to sit you down and have a little talk. Things are going to change around here. The Captain has retaken the helm.

Since Pancake Land moved to Little Peddler’s a few weeks ago, there has been a pretty steady stream of our friends and loved ones providing us with their well developed thoughts and opinions on everything from her moving back to help out with bills to our decision to take a little break from our relationship. While our loving friends and family mean well, I’m sure, it seems to me that this is counterproductive to the arrangement that Pancake Land have set forward.

I would normally request politely that this stream run down. But not today. Today I’m telling you that the stream has officially run dry. I love all of you and, under normal circumstances, value you opinions. But this is none of your fucking business. This is our business. So, do not talk to either of us about this. Any of it. Do not quote FaceBook at us. Do not ask how we are doing with dealing with the situation. Do not try to hook us up with your friend of a friend of a friend. We are both fine. We are doing what we have to do. We would be doing much better if you would let us handle our shit on our own. You have your own lives to run. We are grown ass people trying to play the cards we have been dealt. Do not worry about her. Do not worry about me. If I choose to stay home for the rest of my life that is my decision and mine alone. I am not sad. I was. But now I am not. I am Metal.

This is my final word on this. There are no exceptions.

Mercy is for the weak. We do not train to be merciful here. More soon. ~SC