So, the entire staff of this oft-neglected blog is currently in one room, as I type, in various stages of a pleasant and enjoyable intoxication.

This is a promise, both to you, our non-existant reader base, and to us, that over the next three days, if we do no present some sort of actual, readable content, rife with the hyperlinking and wit by association that one has come to associate with any fine Web 2.0 endeavor, then we are unfit to exist on the internet proper, and we will all abandon the trappings of the technologically inclined, and perhaps go to the warm inviting arms of the Amish community, where we will be unable to reference our common means of relating to others, video games, and will instead be forced to talk at length on the subject of raising barns and the virtues of complete clothing covering for both sexes, and perhaps the finer points of butter churning.

Yes, that was a sentence which should have been a paragraph. No, I’m not going to fix it.