When it rains, it pours

I had my first online freestyle rapping session this evening. It's just not as good as rapping in person. (And not even close to as good as rapping with eeblet). I need to meet local people who rap so I can practice.

Said session ran late enough that writing a new column (which I have to do tonight, because I didn't this weekend, because it was graduation and many friends who I'm too tired to name graduated, and I will miss them muchly, and Katie Couric is a terrible speaker, and I forget what I was saying so I'm closing this parenthetical remark) was going to be difficult, so I converted a rant I'd started years ago, which although originally more bitter than funny, should manage to appear this coming weekend in a new form.

Meanwhile:

Hey Kids! You won't want to miss Crazy Uncle Seth's column from last Friday. Gee Willikers! It's buckets of fun!