Dear Lee: Off Duff. Fax Out Work. Read. Write. RP.

This post is pre-recorded for your convenience, and has been cobbled together from Friday and also from stuff that happened today. Thus, it is the Post That Ate Suburbia and contains all kinds of boring minutiae about my boring life.

( Like, for instance, this. )

Communist Lulz For All!

The East is Red, the Butt is Numb.

My sixteen-year-old self, shiny-eyed with True Believerism and seeing nothing ludicrous about addressing a total stranger as "comrade", would be at a loss to understand why this is funny.

My twenty-six-year-old self, terribly urbane and mature, guffawed audibly at the last picture. As, I suspect, will dethorats.