Your mission, should you choose to accept it.

[theweaselking]

Due to a wacky series of events involving a severe concussion on the way to work[1], my pager, and My Beloved Corporate Masters' contractual obligations to have *somebody* sitting around doing nothing in case something explodes at 3AM, I was called shortly before 11PM, and I will be at work until sometime after dawn.

You must entertain me.

You must ALL entertain me.

This is desperate. Without entertainment, I will be bored, which is the worst of all possible things.


[1]: Not mine. If it were mine, I would be stuffing myself with Professor McQuackerty's Happy Pills and not getting paid.