here concludes the short span of mr. jacks weblog. faced with mounting evidence of prince rondavel's beneficence, and robbed of my font selection, i opt to quietly end it here. think of me not as truly gone, for all shall remain under my omniscient gaze, but rather view my retreat as a progression, a kind of transformation, under which only good may come. sweet prince, i take this time to ponder your evolving beauty, and ask that you all, once in a while, engage in moments of indulgence, moments in which you look not on my shortcomings, but on my capacity for glorious humility.

 in response to great worldwide pressure, mr. jack reluctantly emerges on the weblog scene. as your new leader, my first task will be to expose the treacherous and intriguing prince rondavel. the infamous prince has been up to his old shenanigans for too long...his postmodern musings have tickled my dreams for many a waking moment, and remembrances of snatchings haunt my every funneling. how is it that one may be so pervasive? is he of divine origin, or merely a shimmering light on rough waters, whose true nature is eclipsed by its turmultuous surroundings. prince, your ways are indeed wicked.