Black.

I’d like to start off this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Johnny Goodtime YGB and Nick “The Fireman”. Be sure to wish them both a happy one today.

Have you heard about how big and black it is? Well, prepare your anus.

It’s as black as the night. And it’s on its way to my house.

But I won’t be here to receive it. Why? Because I am NOLA bound this weekend. The Rev. Dark Wombat are heading down in a little bit to hang out with our gulf coast crew and see Electric Six. And then there’s that whole Tropical Storm Karen business. I am going to need all of the good road/avoiding hurricane doogies we can get, so start your doogie engines.

That also means a relatively radio silent weekend from me. I’ll be doing small updates via the Facebook, Instagram, maybe Twitter, etc. But no official post again until Monday. Whatever will you do?

Well, you can root on the Baggies on Sunday as we face off against Dave’s Arsenal. It is bound to be ugly.

And the Luck Master sent this gem to me yesterday because it reminded him of me. More specifically my writing style. So, you can read this and think of me.

So, until Monday, have a great time and get some stuff done.

You can’t ignore my techno. Wish us luck. More soon. ~SC