No Autographs, Please

Remember in grade school when your mom made you invite the grimy kid with the snotty nose to your birthday party? She forced you include the 3rd grade equivalent of a leper because she wanted you to learn charity.

In that spirit, those hip and happenin' hepcats from 52nd City have graciously invited me to do a little blogging for them. Please visit me there by following the links to your right.

Now. Do it now.