I'M STEVE THE LLAMABUTCHER, AND I'M AN IDIOT

But you knew that already (in the case of regular commentator and general pain in the patoote LBBuddy, for a long, long time).

I came down to campus today for some required meetings and crap, having based my plan on the one email I checked while away. Of course, the email was wrong and while a correction was sent out, I didn't bother checking my email again.

So here I sit, an idiot. Well, at least I have solidarity with Rusty, who is also being kept down by the man.

But let me say this: two and a half weeks away from the email was a good, good thing.

And because I'm in a spritely mood, I will answer ONE question posed by the readers that I determine to be the most worthwhile.

UPDATE: Boy, that was quick.

And the answer is no, the name "The LLamabutchers" was NOT developed as the entry for a "What would be the most ridiculous title/theme for a Martin Scorsese movie?"

QUESTION TWO:

It felt reeeeeeeeeeeeeel good.

QUESTION THREE:

Carly

QUESTION FOUR:

Okay, so it was a Carly Voo-doo doll, and yes, the rash on my hands took about three weeks to clear up.