Oh my dear Imaginary Reader, the time has come to speak of many things, of cabbages and kings, and moving to Blogger, of webby things.

It turns out that there are blog hosting sites where you can actually draft an entry before you post it - did you know this? Why didn't you tell me?? I've been posting on the fly here, people. Literally by the seat of my pants. Or cut-off shorts because, did you know it's been 2 million degrees in Seattle this week? And I'm not exaggerating.

Please come with me, Imaginary Reader. You can find the new Cackle Loud, home of all things Zipper, over at http://cackleloud.blogspot.com/ . In the immortal words of Motel 8, I'll leave the light on for you.

Remember Zipper? I know you're all dying for an update. DYING, I say, to learn about what Brigit's bum has been up to. More than you care about diabetic turmoil, am I right?

Tyler: Brigit, what comes out of Zipper?

Brig: Pink when he's closed.

Tyler: And when he's open?

Brig: Purple.

Me: How's Zipper doing, Brig?

Brig: He has babies in him.

Me: Really? How will they come out?

Brig: From his bum. I mean, his zipper.

Me: How did they get in there?

Brig: My grandpa put them there.

Me: Did you have a good day today?

Brig: Yes because of my Zipper. He's my friend.

Me: Isn't Zipper your bum?

Brig: Yes, I love my bum Zipper.

* Yeah, everything's a "he" to Brig - I choose not to be too freaked out (only a little major amount).

Develop diabetes. Yeehaw.

Updates to follow as the situation develops. We're not surprised by this but man, it still sucks.