As I left the elevator, two young men were getting on. As I proceeded across the lobby I heard one of them say something along the lines of “Did you see that? That guy was packing!” and I don’t know what that was about.

• “Packing heat?” I was unarmed. Perhaps it was just one of those trenchcoat stereotype things?
• “Packing wood?” I had no erection. Perhaps my pants bunched up to make it look like I did?
• “Packing a lunch?” I didn’t have any food. Perhaps the guy smelled food and assume I was making lunch for myself?
• “Packing on the pounds?” No more so than usual. Perhaps that guy saw me a lot when I was really thin and has not seen me since?
• “Packing more than you bargained for?” I don’t think I am. Perhaps I am?
• “Packing for a trip?” I had no luggage. Perhaps the fact I was walking was equated with travelling in that dude’s head and he assumed I was preparing to leave?
• “Packing fudge?” I was not engaging in homosexual intercourse. Perhaps sometimes when I get off elevators I look like I’m doing gay sex?
• “Packing the buck?” The word is supposed to be passing. Perhaps that guy doesn’t know idioms well?
• “Packing peanuts?” I am not made from styrofoam. Perhaps I look like I would keep valuables safe during shipping?
• “Packing smashers?” I don’t think that means anything. Perhaps that means something?

So anyway, I don’t know what’s up, but I might be packing. Just… keep that in mind.

In the upper right hand corner, behind the other people? That’s me. Also, my friends Terry and Buffy are there and a friend we met in our travels who is actually responsible for us all being in this magazine. And I totally rode one of those camels too. That is, of course, from my trip to the China. Who can say what other things I have done have turned up in magazines without me ever knowing? I think maybe it should be my goal to get into a magazine on every continent. That would be swell.

In other news, I really have to wonder about the quality of the spam comments that try to get onto my site sometimes. I’m going through them as I speak and I’ve got one here that has no links and consists only of text saying “Comment1” which is hardly going to get people to know which erection pills to buy. I can only assume that the robots who do this spamming know their job better than I do, but it seems pointless. Even more pointless than thinking someone would be on my page to click the spam links if it had been included.

This weekend I got to visit the merry old land of Winnipeg. It was a great weekend for being there as well. I had been leery because the previous weekend was apparently snowy, but this weekend was pure goodness weatherwise. Just some of the things the weekend gave to me: Experience in navigating corn mazes, a chance to see District 9 in a theatre for cheap, seeing a building with Louis Riel’s name on it and just generally adding to the number of places in this world that I’ve been lucky enough to see. (Oh, and I got to hang out in the company of two cool people). Not bad.

Having spent my weekend with travel, I didn’t get a chance to make a new Adventure Dennis as I might have done. In its place I’ve dug up Abominable Hairman vs. Thompson, a flash cartoon from Contains2 and put it back on the Internet where it belongs.

The Wikipedia page for Raisin Bread is really lax. I mean, I guess it is, after all, just bread with raisins in it… But still.

Let’s see what else I have to speak about…

I’ve been longing to return to New York City. My last trip was over a year ago now and my urge to go back is much stronger than my urge to go there in the first place. I get the impression that I am a fan of New York City.

That’s it for now. I hope it was worth the wait.

So the Dark Lord Char’Nagh has come and ended another year for us and we’re all a little older and a little wiser and a little littler thanks to his visit.

My posting irregularities prevented me from getting around to complaining about Christmas this year, but to be honest my heart wouldn’t have been in it. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m much happier ignoring Christmas than I would be complaining about it. At any rate I made it though all these holidays and now I don’t have to ignore them or complain about them for another year.

2008 was a good year for the PDR, especially in the sense that it was the year that he went from “Never having travelled anywhere” to “I’ve now eaten French Toast in three countries, in two hemispheres.” Let’s see if I can’t add some more travels to 2009.

So anyway, I have rung in the new calendar year with a viewing of both the Bill and Ted movies. I love those guys. I wish they were real. Ah well. Perhaps the future will bring them to me.

Station.