It has been months since i’ve had an opportunity to write about anything blog-worthy.* (For example, That’s all folks - An institution shuts shop! A post worthy of many comments, even though, mostly inconsequential). It has been rough sailing for the last few months and the weather is finally clearing up, by which, I mean, I finally found a flight back from Nizwa.

As a part of get-to-know-your-folks-better program, mostly self-imposed, I have, yes you are reading this correctly, moved in with my parents to experience the acicular effects of heightened temporary insanity.

While living with my mother is not exactly a difficult proposition, my dad is the founding member of Formal Thought Disorder and Lack of Insight and enjoys barbiturates and psilocybin mushrooms with his daily meals. Forgive me if I am over exaggerating but I think, he is borderline Autogynephiliac, by which, I mean, it was my foolish notion to move in with my folks.

Living arrangement: 4 bedrooms. My folks sleep in one room, my brother in another, one room has been converted into a study and the fourth bedroom, originally my bedroom pre-haste, houses their dog, fifi bags, Wartenberg wheels, prostrate massagers, genital jewellery and other BDSM apparatuses. Well okay, I was lying about the Wartenberg wheels.

Current reads: Banging the Hard-bound Librarian

Over the next few weeks, I intend to write regularly about my experiences at home. Please watch this space for more updates.

And hey, Ugly and Rigged, its about time, eh?