Defining Deviance Down

And I emerge awkwardly into the blogging community . . . like a newborn giraffe falling all that way and then having to walk on drinking straws. Or any straws for that matter.

One day soon . . . this week/month/year/ion . . . I will post my mission statement for this here digital diary, and then things will really get crackin'. So think of these posts as pre-season.

Now that midterms be over, matey, It's time to advertise:

The Seattle Festival of Improv

The Collective will be opening the big weekend, which includes such headliners as Unexpected Productions (with that fishy smell from under Pike Place Market), Jet City themselves, and . . . Pimprov. Enough said.

. . . although the odds of you reading this before Wednesday at 8:00 and actually high-tailing it to Jet City are slim to nil. Just don't say I never told you. You don't want to accept the form of stigma known as blemish of character, do you? Then don't lie.