It's Not a Test, S'Not a Test, S'Not a Test, I'm a Broadcasting System

When I wrote automocoblogography almost three years ago I was driving backroads to a United game because it's love and remembered the paragraph from Gass' The Tunnel that gave yesterday's post its title. I'm gonna leave a couple hours early this Saturday before United v Columbus and drive backroads, it's been too fucking long. That's today's bleggalgaze. In blegistics, I'm getting major comment spam, rather than squiggle you I'm closing comment threads after twenty-four hours of dormency: it's not you, it's the lack of you. Fine metaphors abound. Also too, Theme Song for Meantime. Loud please. Dance please.