Well, it seems there are 5 Tuesdays in March. Tradition would dictate that a Blogger Bash be held, but it seems some of us are having some problems getting along with some of the others. Because of the juvenile nature of, well, the whole fucking deal, I think we should have the next Blogger Bash at Chuck E Cheese. The grown-ups among us can drink beer and piss and moan about local politics, while the others can settle their problems in the giant ball pit. And first one to get a million Skee-Ball tickets and buy me a plastic spider ring gets to hang out with me for an hour.