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Maybe we have a name. I wish it were Sumerian or Hittite so that we would have to file a clay tablet as a birth certificate, but sadly no. We'll have to nom on it for a while before we say for sure, but just maybe.

Loyal readers (all two of you) can expect some srs essays this weekend. I've got some hi-larious comedy bubbling up in my noodle.

Since there's not much to this post, I will link you to the very, very NSFW (that means not safe for work, Mom) remix of the (highly offensive) Christian Bale freak out that I can't stop laughing at.