oooooooh-whee! What a New Year treat to see our old friend, the fanpost-laden Right Rail back in action! Everything in its right place, am I wrong. My goodness, it's almost like someone is reading our feedback and taking it to heart. Making changes for the people, BY the people! Isn't this - The Right Rail Rumpus Principle, if you will - on what our fair country was founded? I mean, you gotta use a bit of imagination. You gotta squint your eyes a little. But basically.
I know, I know, Jim warned us that this was coming. But I don't trust that guy as far as I can throw him. Which is just shy of 2.5 ft, as I learned in a truly shameful moment that I don't wish to recount in great detail and his lawyer also asked that I don't, so in fact, forget I mentioned that altogether. Jim's a stand-up guy. Jim's the type of guy who lobbies for proper site formatting and sends you Christmas cards with Santa-face-decorated toilet bowls. I puffy-heart Jim til the end of time, don't you?
Can I confess something to you guys? I hope not too many people read this, but I was constantly getting tripped up on the whole "Left Ledger Looney Lodge." It was suitable enough for the scenery, but I don't know how many times you jerkstores attempted to say that mouthfuck of a title aloud to someone. Mayhaps as your Governess I naturally speak more of it in real life. My poor roommate, always hearing about my internet friends and stuff.
Anyway, don't tell nobody you guys (especially not Jim oh god, don't tell Jim about this you guys please!); but on more than one occasion, my mouth naturally formed the words "Lookout Landing," when I meant to say Left Ledger so-and-so. I can't even type it anymore, it's so cumbersome. My point being that I'm pleased as a pig in pumpkin pie pants that we have the Right Rail Rumpus Room back. We certainly filled the Looney quota over there; but I think these pumpkin pants just fit us better. And it rolls right off the tongue like the French word for squirrel. Feels like home again.
Speaking of directional residency, I flew back to the Left Coast on Saturday after an action-packed week in Chicago. I got to see some of you folks while I was there and that was additionally neato in my Speedo. Thanks to those who came out on the 29th to see one of my oldest friends shred some guitar and help me kick off my trip proper. I don't think I went to bed earlier than 3:30-5:30 AM any night that I was home, other than the one time I snoozed with my niece. I thank you SSSers, for setting me off in the right direction, on the right foot.
This reminds me, so I'm going to throw this out there rrrright now: I think the meth-up this year is going to fall in late-June. Keep cool, my babies! I don't want to eff with the May mojo either. But the fact is I probably can't swing two (more) trips home this year, let alone one month apart. I have to come home for 4th of July this year, it falls on a week-long homestand, and the Saturday June 29th game against the Indians is probably going to be it. Any major objections, please post them now. As we've already established, this Right Rail is a democracy, bitches!
You know what to do.