I am famously associated with bacon; that said, even I wouldn’t attempt this. But I suppose if he survives he’ll have something to tell the grandkids one day. Also, something to tell his heart surgeon.

Dear Seether:

Seriously? I mean, really: Really?

If they had had any balls, they would have done “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.” That’s all I’m going to say about that.

It’s when you write up a long rant about something, look at it, look at the subject of the rant, and then decide all things being equal, it’s probably better just given a single snarky line as a Whateverette. Either my ranting is getting worse, or my internal editor is getting better. I suspect the latter.

That said, my internal editor still lets pointless meta posts slide right on by. I may have to work on that.

In other news, hey! How ’bout them Steele… aw, forget it.