Only the Good Die Young

Not that any of you cared, but I am alive and doing very well. I am also happy to see that Brody didn't destroy our blog in my absence, but, like I said before, I don't expect any of you to care that I am okay (Brody cared more for the absence of our one Finnish viewer than my possible death). If you want to know the story, however, I am happy to tell you. A few weeks ago, I got a letter from one of my oldest friends saying that they wanted to meet with me. We arranged a meeting and when I got there, they were covered from head to toe in dirt and grease, and they looked like they hadn't slept in a fortnight. Then, they started telling me about their theory on time travel. It was the most brilliant theory I had ever heard. It involved supercharged subatomic particles, but, I don't want to spoil anything for you! Anyway, they asked me to help them, and I agreed. The first thing I had to do was tie up any commitments I had made, that meant quitting the blog (I hadn't died, and there was no evidence whatsoever that I had. Sometimes Brody's mind skips right over the obvious explanation and goes right to crackpot theories). After that, all I had to do was pack up and go. My friend and I were able to complete a working time machine in a little less than three days. The first place we decided to go was Roswell, New Mexico 1947, for obvious reasons. Anyway, while we were going back, we bumped against what looked like a blue phone booth, (Any idea what that was about?) and crashed in the middle of the desert. Having experience with this sort of thing, I immediately played dead. My friend tried, but he wasn't as convincing as I was. Long story short, he was captured, I saved him, and we have a fun story to tell! With that out of the way, I am glad to be back!