First, happy Zombie Day. Don't get offended. It's not like I'm walking around town with a clapboard. And you chose to come here, so you should be used to it by now.
Major props go out to JC Hutchins, the man, the myth, the fucker that owes me a beer for his unsolicited praise of me and my brother from another mother Chris Miller (who I get to meet for the first time ever in person in a few hours!). More snark, wit, sarcasm on the way, with a healthy dose of "thought-provoking" commentary coming. 'Cuz I've been growing more and more impatient as of late. Hell, could I be turning into Loren Feldman, a guy who is quickly becoming a personal hero of mine?
Discover some eggs for me, kids. That bunny ain't got nothin' on the Easter Chicken.