Dear David C: thanks for the sweet new rhetorical device I can use to fatality dillholes who argue with me:: "Just because Tony didn't see his own dead body jiggle around on the floor doesn't mean Tony's eating onion rings and listening to Journey right now."In other news, I totally figured out the Must Finish press strategy. I was worried about this because I really want to Robert Rodriguez my next 100 albums, but the publicist part I just couldn't play. I didn't buy myself in the role so I knew nobody else would. UNTIL! Until today. This is how we're going to do it: start by figuring that if you're really serious about this you're getting paid-- either in money or hits or simple smugness, doesn't have to be cash but given how many people will throw $60 at you for giving them a Shoney's-quality buffet of similes and puns in the shape of a record review, I kinda can't sweat the retards who don't get paid to voyeur out so hard.Anyway, so you get paid, right? So I don't have to pay you more. You agreed to the terms of the job with your boss, I wasn't any part of that. So it's YOUR job to find ME. I'm not sending shit to any journalists or bloggers or nobody except people who earned em one way or another. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean MF is publicistless. OH NO NO, in fact, my good friend Rory O'Moore (the very same "AM Outlaw" my AM homeys know and love) is going to keep an eye or two on the internet and note when nascent jomos cock it up in regards to our tunes and our friends' tunes. And we're going to send letters and links to those dudes-- which, yes, now that you mention it, IS kind of like a service for the whole music industry. Have a couple smarter jomos on us, Industry Quislings. We're so rich in the spiritual that we can give it away-- which, as you already know, is way richer than any of your miserly-ass, 2+ car needin' heroes. Welcome to the future, choads. Don't want to be caught addicted to medication when the plumbing shits the bed, do ya? Then let's tap into that VICIOUS BRUTALITY we all inherited from our murdering colonist ancestors and turn it in the right direction for once. Don't worry, you don't ever have to go first, I'm more than happy to be the first one to touch the monolith so you know it don't burn.PS: Did you hear Sarah Silverman call Lindsay Lohan a RUDE LITTLE PIG? LOLPPS: did you see the picture of me in the paper last week? I wouldn't normally look at it either, but I made an exception for this shot because in it I have a giant futuristic bong for a left arm, like some kind of white trash Nathan Summers.