Chronicles of Twatrick: Still all quiet on the Twatsy front.

In the midst of thigh-sucking deadlines at work, I totally forgot about my monthly lack-of-progress report related to undischarged bankrupt and greaseburger authority Patrick "Hellllloooo, ladies!" Ross, from whom I have heard nothing regarding his moldering, dormant, idiotic defamation action against me so ... nothing new there.

On the other hand it appears that Patrick is now hanging out in airports because they have burgers he has never tried:

I'm not sure what to think about someone who is fast approaching 44 years of age and thinks the culinary highlight of his week is a picture of his cheeseburger at an airport Chili's but ... there you go.

Chronicles of Twatrick: All quiet on the Twatsy front.

Nothing really new to report, other than that one of my Lloydminster-based confidential informants assures me little has changed at Casa Ross, and that Patrick has still invested absolutely no time or effort into moving his ridiculous lawsuit along.

In short, the evidence suggests that Patrick is still woefully bankrupt, woefully in debt to me and -- amusingly for someone who considers himself the smartest d00d on the Intertoobz -- still homeless and making a living as a menial swamper in the wilds of northern Alberta.

Sadly for Patrick, he has now spent more than half of his adult life bankrupt and in massive debt to me, with no indication that he is ever getting out of that. And to think it all started with a single comment from Patrick at my blog.