cr0wn'd

Massive Spring Break cleaning activities have left me feelin' lighter 'n tighter. But not brighter: damn the overcastity is nas-tay. And the wind! Bitch bitch bitch. Moan.

Fortunately I've got remediez. After a few listens, Mark Tucker's ode to love and auto, Batstew, finally rips my neural network to shreds and replugs the pistons with cotton candy bushing. Makes one happy. "Whiiiiiich waaaaas BEEF STROGANOFF!" indeed...

Savage beasts, have you no hardware? All fuckin' snowed in out today and basement grunt will be all the sadder for it. Huzzah?