magbastard

Mmmm, Gaiman, swoon.

So, tell me the suspense is killing me, what happens in two weeks? You get out of the military and are coming to hang in New Orleans with me? Right? Or, you're starting a social coup and the revolution begins with the broadcast of a public service announcement created by the same monkeys who eventually typed out Shakespeare's sonnets, Kafka's Metamorphosis, and my journal entry (mwah, great works by monkeys and references from Mammet).