my readers can go screw themselves, for realsies

I've been accused of spiraling further and further into literary chaos with this blog. It seems there are a growing number of people that find my occasional lack of logic/continuity unpleasant. Maybe it reminds them of their terrible childhood or some time spent in prison, where they had to turn a little gay just to survive. I don't know. Either way, never say that I'm not willing to accommodate, because, instead of my usual nonsensical buffoonery, I'll simply leave you with this: a break dance battle at an upscale hotel. Can't get much more normal than that.

psych test

If all you see is the 1969 American moon landing, then you can breathe easy. You're sane and sober. Now, if you see an ancient Chinese dragon munching up a couple of leprechauns from the backseat of a hippie van, then you're likely on some kind of hallucinogenic drug. Maybe LSD, maybe Ecstasy. Who knows? Might even be a concussion or something. Now - and here's the big one, listen close - if you only see the lunar landing and the hippie van, then you're in trouble. See, that means you're a child molester. Sorry. You're going to prison.