It's open mike night. Day. Whatever.
Been worried for a while that this place is turning into the online equivalent of Car Talk, where we talk about cars, car repair an-duh mostly laugh at our own jokes.
So this thread exists for newcomers or old lurkers to announce themselves.
You're in good company; there's quite a few comic book professionals, SF writers and A-list bloggers who drop by but never have anything to say.
This is your place to say it.
In fact, the whole place is your place to say it for a while.
Turned on a guest account. The username? guest. The password? guest. Just hit the link, sign in, and the mike is yours.
Obviously, anything I consider to be an abuse of this will be ruthlessly deleted. I will be watching -- this is Negropanopticon.com, among other things -- but am curious to see what develops.
Step up to the mike and say what's on your mind.
Yes, this is way too early for Free-For-All Friday, but you can also consider it slightly late.
I'm running on CPT.
Update: Right, forgot. The Upload File option is available to the guest account. I ask that this not be abused either, and point out that turning it off and removing objectionable/too damned huge stuff will take all of two seconds.
Update 2: On second thought, no it isn't. It's not that I don't trust random strangers wandering in here to not do something foolish and/or malicious, it's just that. . . wait, no, had that right the first time.
Update: Take your cue from the Wu:
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot