It still feels weird typing "2010"

This one seems like as good of a story as any to start off the new year. Nice, Pat. Real nice. Y'know, I made a short-sighted deal with the Devil once...sure, the Devil covered my shift on a Saturday morning, but now I've got a shitty timeshare in Cabo and a subscription to Jet Magazine. I guess the lesson, according to PatRob (as his homies call him), to be learned from the possible two-hundred thousand dead is that you shouldn't be the descendant of someone who allegedly made a superstitious vow in exchange for freedom. Thanks for the blog fodder, P.R., and kudos to you for being the first big thing of 2010 that made me say, "fuckin...really?"