So-o-o-o-o....tomorrow, my old arch nemesis from long ago and far away will appear on my doorstep.  Yep, that’s right kids.  Solonor is coming to town.  Oh, how I’ve longed for this meeting.  Solonor.  The man who single handedly thwarted my goal of blogoshperical domination.  Not once, but twice.  TWICE!  Solonor.  That mad minstrel of mayhem.  That soulless singer of sinful soliloquies.  Solonor!

So, what could make a seemingly normal man such as he turn to the dark side?  Let’s start by examining his name.  Solonor.

‘Sol’ - The sun.  The fiery burning ball of flame destroying all that approaches.
‘Ono’ - Or should that be “OH NO!!”?  The last anguished screams from yet another unknowing, helpless fool.
‘R’ - The vicious guttural cry heard generally from pirates.

Yeah, I think that pretty much sums it up.  But have no fear, fine readers, I will be ready for him.  He believes me to be soft and unwitting.  Which, of course, I am.  BUT I will have something that he doesn’t expect.  Yes.  I will have my trusty old MAC-SUIT!  HAHAHA!!!  Take that, you mongoose!  Or is it snake?  Either way, it’s bad.  I don’t know animals. 

Oh yeah!  The Mac-suit.  I first broke out this puppy when I was to meet Mac and Statia.  Bloggers.  I was all a-skeered.  Well, it turned out that they hardly ever ruthlessly kill anyone but still, you never know.

So wish me luck, friends.  I may need it. 

Plus, I hope this damn thing still fits.