This week is my first as a writer for Best Week Ever with Paul F. Tompkins, and I implore you to watch this week's brand new episode, because it will be really fantastic, and will feature at least one clip that still makes me cry laughing, even though I've seen it at least twelve times tonight alone.
Also, I'm still posting like balls over at That's Important, so please don't neglect the restorative powers of a Tribute Slideshow to Flo from Alice or a link to an accredited Horseshoeing school.
Finally, I'm finishing up a manuscript for the book I started writing a year ago, I Don't Care About Your Band, which is scheduled for release in Spring '10. So, there's that, too.
I guess this is what's called a "programming note" in the blog world, but stuff like this always reads to me like an sculptor's bio or a suicide note, or something else equally depressing. But nobody is going anywhere, and none of this is leading to a "Well, I guess this is goodbye, then" moment, nor an invitation to a show at a gallery where there will be red wine and cubes of cheese, so I guess I'll just direct you here, then re-post this classic Youtube clip of a bear working it out to some Atlanta crunk, because it will never not be genius, and arguably the only thing the internet is for.
Turn your sound up for both, please. And thank you.
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