Beer, beer, beer, beer, spam and beer.

A gentle reminder about this afternoon's Bloggerpalooza, at the Huether in Waterloo. I figure I could stand a beer or two, and PSA is muttering something about showing up as well, but you never know with weird, reclusive musical geniuses like PSA -- they always come to a bad end one way or the other. Or so I've heard.

James is buying.

In other news, Michael Jackson is still dead.