This is the opening post of what should prove to be a worthwhile collaboration between myself and my esteemed colleague, friend and the brains behind this operation, the Oz behind the curtain, the guy in the shed out in the middle of the desert with a yellow dog at his feet Mr. Ken Reeder. He has enlisted my technical support and color commentary and my best "Yo ho ho ha" ala Ed McMahon on the end of Johnny's couch. So gather round kiddies, foodies, hipsters, cranksters, potheads, nerds, politicos and sluts, as soon as I untangle this mass of cables and run a bunch of extension cords and lay down a mile or so of duct tape and flip a few breakers we just may sputter off in the distant southwestern night sky a big blue fireball, puff of smoke to which you'll hear the distant howl of a yellow dog who goes by the name of Sunny D and the voices of two dorks now in their mid-late fifties but acting the same as they did in the early 70's come across the internets and give birth to something the world has never known and 99% of whom still don't want to know and we'll connect with the 1% of you out there who get us and dig on what we put out there....signed this night of daylight saving's time where you lose an hour of your life but not really since we just gained 24 hours cuz it's a leap year....well...you get the picture. Lick ya later taters... "Dude"