In lieu of actual content...

As my brain has turned into loop-de-looping plate of spaghetti and can’t focus long enough to write Deathmatch: Bewitched versus I Dream of Genie, let alone anything more substantative—any questions anyone wants to ask me about anything? I don’t have the meaning of life, but otherwise I’m fair game.

Also, some musical mayhem to amuse you:

Numa Numa (or whatever its name is in whatever language the song was originally in). As an OPERA.

Baby Got Back, Gilbert and Sullivan Style. No, really. Baby Got Back, with three pieces suits and parasols. This is brilliant.