I do my best to keep this a fresh and fun place to come and hang out. However, due to some critical professional and personal commitments, I'm going to be severely curtailing online activities for the rest of the week.

"NO!" I hear the masses scream. "The howling void in our souls will drive us mad, mad! How will we cope without Dean to tell us what to think, and to give purpose to our sad and meaningless existence?"

Fear not, my faithful minions. My leave will be short. To keep a flickering flutter of hope aflame in your otherwise dull and pointless lives, I have made suitable arrangements for the interim. My lovely wife Rosemary and my furry compatriot Paul Fallon have agreed to help keep you stimulated. They will provide the necessary methadone for your souls until I, your benevolent leader, make my return.

(Now try to play nice, kids!)