sure there's a year it's right here

Just kidding, there is no year and never has been. Blake is on the scene with a microphone in the rain. By rain I mean dreams, by microphone I mean dreams, by scene I mean ham. Get a copy: There Is No Year by BB.

Meanwhile, I talked about some things at Fix It Broken with Steve Roggenbuck. Click for stuff about Ric Flair and the exclusive story behind that weird prop poem I'm always doing. Speaking of that poem, Dylan Little made a sweet and weird collage video version of a reading I did of that poem, which I'll embed right now (my favorite part is the dancing near the end):