So, apparently my ranting worked. My esteemed colleagues over at Straw HQ claim to have been besieged by submissions for our upcoming zine/project, so all I gotta say is: well, it's about goddamned time.
So, um, thanks. We'll work through this stuff, and by 'we' I mean 'probably Josh because he's good at it and the rest of us are lazy jerks', but, whatever works, right?
Now I gotta go pour alcohol into small glasses and glare out the window like the Grumpy Old Coot I happen to be. Don't let me catch you on my lawn, 'cuz I got a bat in my hands and an itch to use it, young fella.
Oh, and this is why Mike Patton makes me all tingly inside: Mondo friggin' Cane.
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