Dividing Fractions or: Why Am I Retarded?

Is there anything more humbling than epically failing at something a middle school student can do with relative ease? I'm not talking about jerking off into a husband pillow. I'm talking about dividing and multiplying fractions. There's a reason why posts have been few and far between in the past couple of weeks and fractions/decimals are at the heart of it. Why can't we live in a world of integers? I thought this god forsaken country was going to change with Democrats in charge. Yet, I still must deal with (1/4)/(2/7). The numerals preceding this sentence are so flummoxing to me now that it is hard to believe that once upon a time, when Britney Spears was still singing about her virginity and the only pop star that was getting beat up was Whitney Houston, I was actually good to quite good at math. Thanks to beer, hard alcohol and the occasional memory wipe from Owen Lars, that knowledge has long since disappeared and now I am rendered mentally impotent (notice how I only said mentally, ladies) by the simplest of arithmetic.

Where does that leave things with CBSVG? For one thing, it means that the frequency of posting will remain sporadic, at best. To make up for that, I'm going to try a couple of new things on the site: podcasts, mainly, and also ritualistic blood letting to the rhythmic chanting of the Benedictine Monks of Santo Domingo de Silos. Just waiting on the tarp to come in now before kicking off the latter of those two activities.

So I ask you, kind and gentle reader, to please bear with me as I attempt to better myself through erudition. Like plunging a syringe full of glorious primobolan into your buttcheek, this will all be over soon enough and soon the CBSVG you fell in love with, even though it gave you that terrible Hi-Five scare, will be back as good as new. Or as new as a tattered hyena carcass can be.