“A Sluggite is Born”

This makes three people that have said something nice (er... sorta) about me today. Go mark your calendar.

Even more important is that he's giving me credit for ruining his day by addicting him to Sluggy.

It's more proof that public writing spaces give you the power to mold men's minds. Like cheese. Or old bread. Or that container of casserole that was shoved to the back of your fridge and forgotten until it rose up to lead the rest of your food in a rebellion.

Er, I think maybe I've had too much coffe.