(Ye Gods take note. I'm here for strangers. What more can you want from me?)
*Bless you, Hunter S. Thompson, for teaching me what that meant. It'd bothered me my entire life, and had the Kentucky Derby been less decadent and depraved, I'd have been annoyed to this day. Also, the first person who notes that some lame "professional" blogger reminded me of this yesterday spends tomorrow French-kissing Chemical Billy.