greetings good readers. timothy ricketts here (a.k.a. kid 4). for many moons now my keyboard has been stilled, sittling idly as the cracker jack crumbs slowly fossilize between the keys. while my superiors (particularly company mystic david lopan) would rather i share with you a tale of my recent months that includes swashbuckling adventures in the name of global commerce, perhaps with a dash of mercenary bravery defending the american way, i can do no such thing. it just wouldn't be right. in truth, i've been to the bottom of an extremely deep bottle - many times over. however, as we all know, great things come for a true bender. although i have a constant ringing in my ears and pain in my liver region, i feel as if i've found great wisdom. i'd impart some of it here, but i'm too hungover to make the words come out.
let's face it people, without the leadership that could only be provided by the one-and-only tkid, this blog will flounder. so if you've seen him, in all of his radiant socal splendor, tell him we need him here. lead us, tkid. the blogosphere just isn't the same without you.
