I feel just like I imagine Marcia Brady did when she met Davy Jones! *Sigh* If only Iowahawk would sing to me...
For some reason -- probably because I'm very bad at Twitter or something -- I've only just noticed this today. A big thank you to Iowahawk for finding me at least marginally interesting enough to garner a modicum of his attention. I bow before the master in humble gratitude.
By the way, if you're still not reading Iowahawk on a daily basis you're most likely an unattractive, boring individual, with chronic halitosis, jock itch, and a raging case of scabies, who will never know the touch of another human being, preferably one of the opposite sex.
Be popular! Be sexy! Read Iowahawk and get dates!