Ima Cut Some Bitches

My sanity is slowly but most definitely unraveling.  Hurray!  And it has nothing to do with this Adbusters Hipster nonsense or this other nonsense of the Times short-suit style piece sort.  It has almost everything to do with wine and exciting (heh) groupware (and also maybe the alignment of the moon and stars and chakras and/or biorhythms, if you’re into that sort of thing).

In an effort to be servicey and hypertextually transparent, watch your backs.

It’s so bad that I had to change my shoes.