WHOOO, BABY!

Frabjous Day! Caloo Calay!

[Hebrew dance of joy, followed by back pain]

Looks like I've finally made the JV over at the Axis of Weevil. They haven't had the induction ceremony or anything, but Terry moved me from my lonely spot above the line to the exalted ranks of those below the line.

See how little it takes to make me happy?

Now all I gotta do is write my acceptance speech to the Southern Barbershop Quartet and Macrame Collective, Northern Division.