A little listening to Reggie Watts got me all twisted up into an archipelago of artistic asphyxiation.
I think I just held it together long enough to get what I needed to say out. Apologies to those of you who are expecting a festival of f-bombs after a few days. There were more important things that needed to be said.
100 years ago a boat hit an iceberg. Some lived. Some died. Some got rich off the story of which, the only salient point that burns in my brain is humanity's arrogance.
After the dreary despair I spewed forth in 395, I decided it was up to me to provide some counterbalance to an outlook that is so often bleak. Leave it to Mr. Hathaway to help me out.
Three things to learn from this episode: 1) Respect for my peeps, 2) Ny-Quil's a hell of a drug, 3) It's about the who.