While I'm fairly certain I already reserved my spot in Hell many years ago, today's Craftastrophe post pretty much guarantees my VIP pass for an eternity of Rod Stewart concerts. Awesome. I got a haircut, Interwebz. More on the actual cutting tomorrow, but first I need to get something off…
Night o’ Light
Well. I'm glad I did it, but holy crap that was miserable...and I've got the cold to prove it. First and foremost, gold stars and David Lee Roth kicks for my team. I can't decide if my respect for them has increased because they made it out in such shitty…