I'd update it but... mmmm... mmggh... jjjdjkl... llj;jh
No. I haven't moved to Zanzibar. There has been no plastic surgery to make me look like Donald Trump(although thank-you Graveyard Bean, for that suggestion) I do continue to work lots at my profession, and it isn't, as one might easily surmise, being a Sooper-spy. What I do rather,(nutshell) is make silly noises. Still, sorry, but recently, yes, I'm prone to go shifty-eyed when asked direct questions. Innocent things like: "Hey Tabs, What are you up to?" I can't help it. Instant rat face. Or, I turn into a wee grey cloud and try to slip down a ventilator shaft.
I might first point left and yell: "YETI!"
Does the fate of the western world hang on my silly noises? Are they somehow encoded? Will they do anything to your DNA? Hm. One wonders. I've signed(or have I???) piles of papers saying basically SHHHHH!-- in some sort of proto Robo/Grey/Pleiaedian hybrid pre-invasionese. So if I don't answer questions about these admittedly portentous funny noises I make, and I say things like mmm...mmm....mmmn-- or other combinations of letters with no vowels, it's NOT because of The Great Vowel Famine.
You may or may not have heard this from me...
I'm not unequivocally admitting that I am myself. It's possible, of course.
If you see a black helicopter hover overhead and fuzzy characters start to rappel out of it, dear friends, with love, you are on your own. - Tpot.