Erica and I realized today, dorks that we are, that I'm moving to Newsie-Land! This means, for those of you who are familiar with the movie, that I will have to re-learn the words to "King of New York", so that I can sing it and confuse people on the opposite side of the globe. [For the select few of you who are familiar with Gnusies (tagline: "They sing, they dance, they look like yaks."), we unfortunately never got around to writing any songs for that one, so I won't be able to be quite as confusing as humanly possible. Well, not on that topic, anyway.] This may only be amusing to me. I don't know.
I'll stop now. More tomorrow perhaps, when I'm coherent.