Yeah, motherfuckers. The wait is over. I (re)discovered that I have a blog, and I'll be damned if I'm not gonna post something.
So, apropos of nothing, the best dream I ever had:
I was somehow transported back in time and met Elvis Presely, holding a guitar and wearing a pink shirt like Kurt Russel in the movie. I was starting to explain that I was dressed funny because I'm from the future, but Elvis cut me off:
"It's OK, man. Wear whutcha like."