Mornin' kiddies.
 
Holy crap, they changed my display font.
 
Weird.
 
Possibly lame.
 
Time will tell.
 
Anyway.
 
Hell week continueth (or Hell weeks, more accurately...) but fear not, the interview with the one and only and eternally rockin' Joe R Lansdale has been turned over to the authorities (ie, Dust, aka Platypus Man...) and he's working on the site updates that'll bring all sorts of Mammy goodness to your very doorstep (not by us personally...)
 
Anyway, I actually got some stuff done, albeit nothing that actually needed to be done.  About at the 90% point on a remix of a track by the infamous mc chris (see "MC Pee Pants, Hesh and other [adult swim] characters"...)  It's about the most singularly schizophrenic thing I've ever done, but I had fun.  I'll likely post it to the NEP site when it's finished.  Keep checking back.
 
No new stuff on the Birdhouse, although this Randy Johnson malarky is likely to incite me to some sort of action, especially if it happens.  If this deal could have happened even 4 years ago, it would've been worth it, but I'm not even close to sold.  And what's up with playing Rolen when he's gimping around the field?  I know the dude's a gamer, but bench him before he needs a walker to field ground balls.  Anyway, mini rant concluded.
 
I'm greatly sleepy, but going  to try and stay up a tad longer.  The weekend beckons, and it beckons with a sneer and big ol' stick for hitting me upside the head.  Ahhhhhh.  Summer.
 
-Joe