We've got nothing today. Frankly, and not to bum anybody out, or bring anybody down, or harsh anybody's buzz, or knock the ball of joy out of anybody's hands, or thrust a stick through the spokes of the wheels of anybody's bicycle of happiness, we're a hopeless wreck and well past the point of writing anything entertaining or funny or even amusingly depressing, we're well into the realm of deep-fried unhappiness that makes it impossible to do much but whine and wring our hands, wring our hands, wring our hands. When it comes to hand-wringing we're Olympic material, and the fact that hand-wringing isn't an Olympic sport just increases our unhappiness. Because we could kick some ass and bring a gold back to America, not that we want to bring any glory to America fuck that, all we've ever wanted to do is write funny shit and we can't even do that, oh drat. Then again this blog goes two ways and if anybody wants to entertain us go for it, we know you can do it, you do it every day. So entertain us, as the Nirvana song goes, please, we'll be forever in your debt, make us laugh and we swear we'll cry, in gratitude, for your kindness.