Now that I've come to my senses....

As you might have already guessed (or maybe didn't), at least 50% of the stuff I write doesn't make any sense. Ergo, PyroChicken. I'm almost 99 & 44/100% sure that this blog'll be pretty random, but don't quote me on that. Because then by being regularly random it would therefore cease to be random. And the universe would implode. And Alan Greenspan would join forces with Billy Graham and Michael Moore and take over the cosmic left-overs. And that would be bad.

And so to fulfill today's random quota, a sort of random 10-minute sketch of Tycho Koroliev!: