Mmm, just woke up with the distinct taste of cake batter in my mouth. Or was it fertilizer? The details are sketchy at best from the last few hours, days, or weeks, depending on who you talk to. It looks as though Gabe has already caught you guys up on the goings-on of the Kreation Korner birthday bash, an occasion which saw yours truly at the height of his decadence. But, as it seems he has retreated back into the welcoming arms of a cocoon constructed entirely of stripped cassette tapes, I thought I'd record some of my own memories. As I look about me, I see others in varying states of beer-and-nitrogen-induced repose and I think, "This was a good thing." It's all I can do to remember exactly what happened in our celebration... I see myself slow-dancing with Tum Cruz, a guy whose face I still can't quite place. Might not have been a guy after all, I can't be sure. I can recall vague pieces of a conversation held with GRECH performed entirely through Etch-a-Sketch, and I seem to remember that a healthy dose of MSG was involved. Straight, no chaser. Oy vey, what a mistake was that. And who could forget Nash Stillwater and Peter Doe, two men who put aside their differences for the purpose of a truly moving duet version of "Love to Love You, Baby." Yes, this was a good thing.
Well, I am truly famished, so I suppose I'll go scare up some fish sticks -- the ultimate brain food -- and start rousing some kreationists from their slumber. In closing, I'd like to echo Gabe's sentiment: we wouldn't be here without you guys. Well, that's not entirely true, we'd probably be producing the same high-grade brain-exploding material with or without your support. But still, it's good to know you're out there, you little people, forever in need of newly blown minds. You always seem to pick up the pieces and come back for more.