In the (Hopefully) Temporary Absence of Inspiration

I offer you, as always, the second-best in stolen content.

(The best stolen content is, of course, the stuff Raincoaster steals from me.)

This was appropriated from Aerchie's Archive

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Yea, verily: Who is that, stalking out of the tarmac! It is Metro, hands clutching a meaty axe! And with an ominous cry, his voice cometh: "Vengeance and goo flow from my veins! I carve into flesh until everything has croaked!"

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I'm kind of on hiatus lately. Just finished my last play a couple of weeks back, and I'm looking to the future. Trying to hack my life a little.

In particular, I have become a wee bit concerned about the shape I'm in. Last week, Mme Metro went to the big smoke to participate in a study which is apparently attempting to assess the effect of marriage upon one's psyche. Of which I will say nothing further. However, in the process we were called upon to step on a scale. This scale, worse yet, gave a reading of my body fat percentage. I won't tell you the numbers. Just take it as read that I didn't like them.

In honour of which, here are some Canadian musicians, also worried about the shape they're in.