Greetings my cubicle carnies.

Welcome to the House-O-Fun, where you’ll witness death-defying feats of survival within a rocky economy. No safety wires, no nets.

Since starting this blog a couple of years ago, the Post has launched about 50 more, leaving your humble ringmaster in search of new tricks.

Lately, I’ve been playing with green screen videos in my basement and noshing burrito’s down on Cherokee Street. Fluff? Maybe. I prefer to think of it as schlepping pixels for a living.

If you’re looking for serious, hard-hitting news, you’re in the wrong tent, my friend. Better head down to the news pavilion, where the content is less trival and the people are less creepy.

So what’s this blog about? Well, this rant is the closet thing to a mission statement that I’ve written in years. As a Grumman aerospace lackey, I wrote lots of mission statements, and I also changed paradigms like soiled diapers. So I feel your pain in the corporate circus. Toss a little sawdust on the floor, crack the whip.

Come here to make fun of celebrities, vote on meaningless issues or take a break from whatever workplace shenanigans you’re up to. Suffice it to say the H-O-F ride has been refurbished. Buckle up, Bozos. It’s scary in there.