Otherwise known as the Bounding Bard of the Bluffs: Me!

Walking is great for thinking. I thought running might be, too, but running is more about feeling than thinking. Running is about oh-damn-oh-damn-oh-damn-oh-yay-oh-yay-oh-damn-oh-ow-ow-ow-whee-yay-whee-yay! I should regret that there’s now a few fewer hours in the week for thinking great thoughts. Instead I’m celebrating that the ole noggin can just shut the hell up a little and let me be a physical creature.

I wouldn’t do well as a disembodied Triskelion, not for a million quatloos.