...i'm gonna party like it's 1929

i'd apologize for quoting prince, but somehow it suits the sheer sense of absurdity i'm feeling lately, so i don't see why.

(not sure what for, yet, but...) this stuff is far more practical (and less creepy) than blacklight kitty cats (which some of you have been directed to already.)

and, just because it suits the relative seriousness level of this post... save the planet with kangaroo farts.

...with so many people potter-ing about....