word around pundit-town is that it was an historic night in Chicago. yeah, to put it mildly.
you've probably gathered that we lived. this is not me blogging from the grave in grant park. so the grand final farewells seem rather indulgent now.
man, and I thought I finally had myself a ghost-blog to read. dang.
You can pee anywhere you want. This is the greatest night of our lives.
yeah, the soundbites of the evening are yet to come...
Sensei, you look like you are trying to determine the where that sudden angelic chorus is coming from in that one photo.
i'm terribly proud of that photo. all we wanted were the spotlights shooting out of his head. the right shoulder american flag mirage was entirely unexpected.
Yeah, the American flag mirage is weird. Clearly I am the One Everyone Else Has Been Waiting For.
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