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So I'm working on a new mix disc (No, I haven't mailed out the ones I've promised yet. Get off my back, mom. I'll do it later.)
And I've decided I need to make a remix of a song. It would involve audio clips of somebody (perhaps a zombie perhaps not) moaning and saying 'braaaaains'. If you've got a lead on an mp3 file on the web somewhere, do please let me know.
Ja love and mad props, my brothers.

If I don't say anything, well, how long will it be this way?

Since many of you may be taking the day off tomorrow, IFIAYAQ Early Edition!
(West coasters, you've got about eight hours.)

Guildenstern: We only know what we're told, and that's little enough. And for all we know it isn't even true.

Player: For all anyone knows, nothing is. Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions.

This week's question:
What do you assume?
What's *your* 'currency of living'?

Politics is hard! Let's go shopping!

White House Press Secretary Dana Perino doesn't understand all this confusing 'boy stuff' like missiles and THE MOTHERFUCKING CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS.

You are the motherfucking PRESS SECRETARY for the motherfucking WHITE HOUSE. I suppose the less you know then the less trouble you can get your boss into.
But you shore do look purty up there!

Okay. I'm feeling better now. I think I'm going to go learn about the military industrial complex through osmosis now.