For John Dillinger, in hope he is still alive...
Hope you all had a Merry Christmas. And if you didn't, I hope you had a happy something else.
Rather than give you anything fun to read, I've decided to announce in a disproportionately self-important manner that soon this "blag" or whatever the kids are calling it these days will soon branch off into other crap. No, there's no syndication going on here, at least not the kind that gets me anything. So F that.
For now.
Anyhoo, I'm off to research the correlation, if any, between Freddie Mercury's bite-plate and Copenhagen. Not the "global warming" thing, you pervs. The snuff. I'll bet that dude could do a lot of dip if he packed it all up tight against his hard palate.
After that, I'll probably get active with a music blog, a photo blarg, a personal blorgh, and a homebrewing balrog. In fact, I know I will. I'm just TOO eager to share every intimate MC 2 RATION with y'all. Speaking of which, I've got to see a guy about a large equine animal.
P.S. Yes, that's my beer. I made it and it was good.
