A Need for a Quest...

My partner, good friend and sometimes alleged gay lover Karl Bakla and myself had a deep, meaning ful conversation about how we were going to spend the rest of our lives. We wondered aloud what kind of challenges and obstacles we would face. We speculated about what issue, desire or goal would become our personal holy grail. Then it came to us, clear as day or a burning bush from God herself (No, not the lyrics for Jungle Love) We decided with great trepidation and uncertainty that irregardless of anything else that we may do, no matter how incoherent we may articulate, we must, nay are compelled, NAY it is our solemn duty to find the Holy Grail!!! Yes the actual Holy Grail, the very same one that Jesus drank out of, the very same cup that is a metaphor for youth, nature and immortality, the same one that Nigel Terry drank from in that flick about that sword thingy, the very same cup that Indiana Jones found than subsequently lost saving that hot blonde chick! Hell yeah! First, of course we’ve gotta find Kilgore Trout. He’ll be able to get us started in the right direction. From then on I’m sure we’ll meet a few modern day Nazis (which, of course makes them much less competent than the originals). We’ll probably restart the order of the Templar Knights, mostly because we’ll get really cools outfits, of course. Also we’ll get cool devices to help unlock those really wicked puzzles, probably face a vicious albino and who knows what else. Ultimately, it won’t be about the grail, but about the quest and it will be cool! Hell, we’ll probably get to meet the Pope himself!