A Taco Friendship Blooms & 5 Ridiculous Things for This Weekend's Games

It all started innocently enough.  On Tuesday morning, I started prepping our hard-hitting guest column for posting.  And, so you know, prepping on this site means writing something as quickly as humanly possible and then digging through online images for something barely tangentially appropriate. 

Thus, after the e-scribbling  I popped random nugget-influenced phrases into the Google-matic, looking for some slices of fried gold.  But, in doing so, something magical caught my eye. 

Do you hear them?  The angels?  They sing!!!

Mexi-Fries Poutine.  And I can buy it somewhere.

O. My. Curd.

I immediately tossed aside all blog/work/family responsibility to dig for more information on this.  There was little, sadly, except for some short articles about this heavenly concoction being introduced at beloved Mexi-chain Taco Time in 2015.  From all I could gather, it had been a limited time item that came and went that year.  I do now remember that winter being especially cold.

Like all good, lazy citizens, I immediately took to Twitter to register my shock at such a remarkable creation.  I included the proper @ sign protocol in my tweet to insure Taco Time would be acknowledged for their brilliance.

And then they tweeted back.

I don't want to post the whole long chain here (re-telling a Twitter conversation is akin to describing your dreams), but I do want to say this.  Us and Taco Time?  Yeah, we're pretty much BFF's now.  Guys, I'm serious!  Don't believe me?  Look at this.

TacoTime followed you 

Sep 26

Dreams can come true.

In honor of this momentous occasion, we are totally Taco Timing it up for this weekend's upcoming footballing (I will be traveling to California on Friday, so I can't otherwise commit to an additional post.  Taco Time may or may not be involved).  At any rate, let's impart some ridiculous knowledge with our sports.  It's the minimum I can do, at least until I can make it to the nearest drive-thru.

1. Los Angeles Rams of Not St Louis versus Dallas Cowboys
1. Did you know that the Taco Time chain was founded in Eugene, Oregon?  That's right, it all started in the land of Ninkasi Beer and smelly hippies, which is just a short drive south from my current locale.  And, I will be flying directly over that town roughly 24 hours from now.  As I do, I will bow my head in gratitude.  I will also hold my nose.
2. There is apparently only currently one player in the NFL named Eugene.  So, Eugene Sims and your Los Angeles Rams, you get the TBW push for Sunday.  Use it well.
2. Indianapolis Colts versus Seattle Seahawks
1. The very first franchise was located in Tacoma Washington.  Uh, and my sister-in-law went to college there.  These are the nicest thing anyone has ever said about Tacoma.  Ever.
2. Seattle plays up the I-5 corridor from Tacoma.  As the crow flies, it's about 30 miles away.  In a car, it takes roughly a dozen lifetimes.  But, Seahawks are birds, so, winner.
3. San Francisco 49ers versus Arizona Cardinals
1. Taco Time's headquarters are in Scottsdale Arizona.  Clearly, they felt it made more sense for a taco chain to setup shop closer to the Mexican border than the Canadian one.  THAT's good executiving!
2. If you were curious like I was, there are actually cardinals in Arizona.  I appreciate this information, and suspect it will help Arizona win this game.  I also appreciate that my search history will now list a site called "Birds and Blooms".  When someone tries to figure out why I went crazy and tried to kill Sourdough Sam by sticking him in an oven, they will be thoroughly confused.  For a moment. 
4. New York Giants versus Tampa Bay Buccaneers
1. The first step into international waters for our taco friends was to Lethbridge, Alberta.  Is the mexi-poutine available there?  I don't know, but it's Canada, so I'm sure there's something smothered in gravy.  I love Canada.
2. As of right now, there are ten players in the NFL who were born in Canada.  The fellow closest to Lethbridge, and thus getting his team that vital Albertan rub (ick) is Brett Jones, center for the New York Giants.  He's from Weyburn SK, which is 700 kilometers from the epicenter.  I'm sure he took road trips there as a kid.  I mean, 700 KM, that's like a quarter-mile, I think.
5. Chicago Bears versus Green Bay Packers
1. It's a shame the Bears are in Wisconsin for multiple reasons.  Primarily, though, because the latest addition to the Taco Time empire just opened in Chicago.  That should account for something positive.
2. Are we looking at a future of deep-dish churros?  Who can say?  Perhaps the Bears can, if they don't fill up on all those stupid cheeseheads.  Not real cheese fellas!

So there you have it, your weekend is set.  Cheer on the proper squads, while popping over to the nearest location every quarter or so for a tasty snack.  Tell them TacoBoutWhatever says hi.  They'll know what it means, even if they act like they don't.

Yes Summer, and for always

Taco Tuesday - Special Commentary

We interrupt our usual Taco Tuesday column for...a different Taco Tuesday column.  Podcaster, Malort enthusiast, and Executive Blog Consultant Dillon Gentry has taken time away from playing hockey and foisting episodes of Rick & Morty on his infant son to respond to a very pressing news story.  As seen here, and corroborated by several other outlets, Taco Bell is exploring a new path forward in the near future.  The changes they are proposing has left many a late night connoisseur concerned.  Dillon is hungry to tell the truth!  And, probably hungry for tacos too.  I assume.

Won't somebody think of the children?

Dillon Gentry
Contributor

Some 20 years ago, when I was a teenager attending high school in the suburban wastelands of Portland, Oregon, I would often ditch what passes for food in the Beaverton Public School system and leave campus in search of more delectable fare. Naturally, these afternoons were spent in the dining room at Taco Bell. Back then, a regular taco was 59 cents, and the upgraded Supreme version would set you back a mere 10 cents more. A teenager with an iron gut and a few bucks to his name could eat like a king and be back to school in time for a lesson on trigonometry that would surely prove useful someday.

This week, Taco Bell made the announcement that by 2022 they will open 350 new "cantina style" restaurants serving beer, sangria, and whatever liquor pairs well with Mountain Dew Berry Blast. While the internet is fondling itself over the news of alcohol coming to Taco Bell, this journalist isn't convinced that this is a step forward. You see, there is one giant caveat: these new restaurants will be sans drive-thru.

Remember when I said I used to go to Taco Bell in high school over 2 decades ago? Well, dear reader, I was setting you up for this bombshell: that is that last time I was INSIDE a Taco Bell. I think you can see where I am going with this, but for the rest of you I will explain.

Since high school, I have been to Taco Bell more times than I can count. I have seen the rise and fall of many hot sauce flavors, the sad, painful death of the Mexi-Nugget, a taco shell made of fried chicken, and the creation of the 9th wonder of the fast food world: the beloved Crunchwrap Supreme.

Never once during this sordid and wonderful period did I enter a Taco Bell dining room. And never once had I not already been drinking moderately to heavily. Every single visit I was drunk (or nearly so) in a car at the drive-thru (ed. note: at the request of the authors attorney, it should be stressed that he was not ever the driver of said vehicle).

I am not alone. Here's a true fact for you: Nearly 70 percent of Taco Bell revenue comes from buzzed or blackout wasted drivers and/or passengers at the drive-thru. What about that other 30 percent eating indoors, you ask? Well, those people are simply low functioning alcoholics whose drinking habit has progressed to the point that they can no longer afford the luxury of owning a car. Either that or they are a high school student.

I think the message is clear enough, but I will sum it up for you. While it sounds cute, the ugly truth is that nobody really wanted beer in Taco Bell. When a person visits a Taco Bell drive-thru, the booze has already taken care of itself, and the party is all but over. At this point, the food is merely a reaction to the realization that one has only consumed calories in the form of liquor since lunchtime yesterday. Or a last ditch effort to prevent a brain-searing hangover tomorrow.

We don't want tequila Mountain Dew slushies. We don't want "cantina style." And we certainly don't want to have to leave the safety of our vehicle in a fast food parking lot at 3am in a sketchy part of town after an online hookup with a woman of questionable morals.

What we really want (and have been asking for all these years) is for Mexi-Nuggets to be back on the menu. So how about it Taco Bell? I've done all your market research for you already and the people have spoken. Killing off your drive-thru business model like a character on Game of Thrones is a huge mistake. Booze is out. Mexi-Nuggets are in. This journalist thanks you in advance. I know you will finally make things right.

Monday Mop-up

Quite a weekend, wasn't it folks?  A lot of footballery and whatnot (particularly whatnot) occurred.  There was something rather large that happened, though.  Let's see, um...what was it...it's on the tip of my tongue...

Wrap your arms around him like a tortilla made of joy!!!

That's right, following a mention right here on this very blog last Friday, Chipotle enthusiast and previously catch-less Adam Shaheen of your Chicago Bears did what non-burrito-believers thought would never be possible.  He caught a pass.

Not just any pass.

A TOUCHDOWN pass!!!

Time to celebrate everyone!  Show us how excited you are!

With friends!

With food!

With, um, love?

Or, by yourself

That's good, thanks all.  Needless to say, it was a sparkling prediction, and totally happened because the coach of the Bears is a fan of mine.  Way to read Coach (hangongooglingwillbejustasec) Fox!  Glad you enjoy my casual cleverness and keen eye for talent so much.

Thanks to me (and to a lesser extent, Adam), the Bears won on Sunday,  I hope that the coaches of Houston and San Diego have learned their lesson.

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Regarding the OTHER thing associated with football that happened over the weekend, allow me just a moment to say this.

This whole stupid blog thing is supposed to be a fun respite from work and other obligations for me.  Just a few minutes here and there to try to fire up my writing juices and post some dorky things that make me laugh.  I mean, I can't explain why I find the concept of crank-start cars so funny, but I do and feel compelled to share photos of it.

That's it Carl, just keep cranking until the car lurches into gear and kills you!

But, a side product of living in the real world is that it can make it difficult to thrash about in silly fake ones.  Our goblin-in-chief's sheer ignorance and intolerance has and will have monumentally negative impacts on everything under, and including, the sun.  And the near-daily reminders of his utterly putrid mentality and politics can make it hard to muster enthusiasm for 500 words about tacos.

Clearly, my opinion on the situation currently roiling is pretty clear.  I'm not much into hashtag joining, nor have I ever felt comfortable with online soapboxing.  It's just not my thing.  But, I did want to mention this today.  This blog is a very tiny and insignificant slice of freedom.  If others wish to speak their mind louder and about exponentially more crucial topics, they should absolutely be allowed.  Not only that, they shouldn't be called or considered un-american.  I can't think of anything more patriotic than speaking up about equal rights and fairness.

Although, in all honesty, making fun of these folks is nearly, almost, pretty much practically as patriotic.

"No, these shoes don't have any traction, why do you ask?"

Heh, stupid car.  USA!  USA!

Your Burrito-Shaped Friday Football Forecast

Last Friday featured two posts here on the ol' Tee-Bee-Dubs (sorry, I will never write that again).  One of the entries was about football, while the other talked burritos (they're nature's candy).

This week, those vital and and wildly popular entries will be combined into one mega-column celebrating both topics.  Not only that, but the subject matter will be intertwined and rolled together into one bite for consumption like some sort of...cylindrical/wrapped foodstuff.   I don't know, there must be a metaphor I can use.  Uh, a flauta?  I don't know.  If I think of something, I'll let you know.

Onto the meaty contents:

Kansas City Chiefs versus the San Diego Chargers of Los Angeles 

• This story is almost a year old, but when the words "burrito roulette" come up, you really just have to click.  Melvin Gordon, running back for those SoCal fellas, gamely took the challenge and ended up with a mouth full of burning.  But he's still a winner, because, you know, he ate burritos.  That's always a no-lose proposition.  So, because of his gastronomical undertaking, his squad gets the shout-out this week, as I feel they'll be spitting hot fire all over their mid-western rivals.

• Oh, and need a bonus reason to root on Melvin?  This pic, from the red carpet of the Wonder Woman premiere:

You will never, ever be this cool

Pittsburgh Steelers versus Chicago Bears

• "How do you go from unknown small school player to red hot pro hopeful?  Burritos help."  Yeah they do!!!  They help with everything.  And, clearly, thanks to them, Adam Shaheen is now an honest-to-goodness footballer, plying his trade for those monsters of the midway.  Let's look at this future star's stats so far:
• Catches - zero
• Touchdowns - zero
• Sacks - zero
• Tackles - one
• Uh, yeah.  Well, despite that, any fan of burritos deserves support.  So, regardless of the overwhelming odds, I think the Bears get the victory this week, with Adam delivering the final blow.  It could happen!
• And, finally, sir, if I may.  Perhaps it's time to lay off the Chipotle for a bit.  Try a salad.  Or, perhaps go to a restaurant not famous for making people ill.  I don't know, it's a thought.

Houston Texans versus New England Patriots

• "I've eaten burritos bigger than you."  Is it still talking trash if it's true?  JJ Watt is a very large human, and he may just be providing some useful information.  That opponent should be thanking him, really, for being so honest.  I like a helpful glutton.
• Now, to be fair, I don't know if he really ate such a large meat tube.  But I believe him at his word.   So, with that sort of strength of character (and stomach), I think his Texans will eat the whole of New England this Sunday.  Even the pointy bits that aren't burrito-shaped.  Cause that's what you do, in football.  You eat!  I think.  Right?

Yup, I'm right.

Throwback Thursday & 5 Ridiculous Things for Tonight's Game

Allegiances have always been a bit of a head-scratcher to me.  It seems so arbitrary to boast about your belonging to a certain school or particular postal district just because of a few summers spent there.  Life can be long, decades and decades and decades sometimes.  So why should you identify with a place you haven't seen since rotary phones were a thing?  I think it's more than reasonable to not forever tie yourself to a team and its revolving door of highly paid traveling contractors just because you may have purchased tortillas from the very same grocery chain as them for a short while.

All that said, about me;

• My time spent in Miami - Birth to six months old
• My time spent in San Francisco bay area - four years old to thirty years old

So, naturally, 

Theme song written by an actual dolphin, probably

Yup.  Pot+Kettle=Black.  My youth was spent rooting on those aqua-tinted mammals (not a fish) simply because my family decided to call south Florida home for a short period of time.  By that rationale, I should also be a fan of meth-fueled stupidity and racist alligators.  Of which I'm not, despite what you've heard.  

Anyway, I cheered on the fins even though I lived a full 'Merica away.  On top of that, two perfectly cromulent franchises sat there in my own backyard, ready to be obsessed over.  I could have abandoned my infantile (literally) rooting interest and hitched my gridiron-loving wagon to the Raiders or the Niners.  So did I? 

I know more about these men than is healthy

Not only did I not root on the local lugs, I developed a deep hatred for them.  The 49ers, especially, become the bane of my existence.  So what if they won championships?  Who cares if they were on television every week while my beloved land-porpoises graced my screen just once or twice a season.  They were lame and deserved every insult a ten-year old boy could hurl.  They weren't my Dolphins!  Get lost squares!

  

I stayed committed.  It was, and is, and will always be, stupid.

Someday I'll write a grand treatise on the subject, entitled "The Vagueness of Rooting for Laundry."  It'll sell millions, and make all the hurt go away.  

Prior to that, I should talk about tonight's matchup, I suppose.

Stoopid doody-headed niners.  Heh, good one.

5 Ridiculous Things, starting...

1. The mascot above is named Sourdough Sam.  That's right, bread is his first name.  For a brief moment, we should all be gluten intolerant.
2. From the Department of Understatement, "The Niners offence needs to score a touchdown."  Helpful.  Know what else?  Never name your mascot after what comes of flour and water. 
3. "Jared Goff doesn't look like a bust so far."  Um, thanks?  Things that are busts?  Mascots made of crumbs.
4. I'm sad that we aren't going to have a "dreaded ketchup vs mustard game."  Food is already involved anyway.  Have I mentioned that?  Stupid f'n yeasty cowboy.
5. For the price of two pretzels, you can watch this game live.  Forget going, just eat the pretzels.  That's a real man's dough.

Prediction:  Rams 17, 49ers 16.  

Other Prediction:  Sam will be moldy by halftime.  Dumb crusty bastard.

Taco Tuesday Morning Quarterback

Alright sports fans, that was quite a weekend, wasn't it?  The footing was quite powerful, and the balling was all sincere up in its business.  I haven't seen that kind of thing since Ol' Greysides O'Toole gummed up the works with his patented onion flip-o-rama and took the Rambling Milkmaids to the Crank-Power Championship Game.

Cranks! Start your car and a new craze, involuntary manslaughter.  Cranks!

Okay, fine, I didn't watch much of week two.  Traveling and other responsibilities left me on the outside not-looking in, for the most part.  I can report that two members of my extended family attended the rain-soaked 12-9 barn-burner between the Seahawks and Niners, and claimed to enjoy the experience.  Seemingly, they are some of the few enjoying the current product.

Closing sentence from link, "Two weeks into the season, not many people are having a good time."

Welp, I'm jazzed.  To try to hop the tide and ride this wave of excitement, I decided to merge the weekend review with our favorite crunchy repast. Tacos makes everything better.

• See?!?!  Bummed when your beloved Chargers lose?  Don't be sad, here's a free taco!  Why, the shop's owner must be quite a fan to do such a thing.  Let's see, "...said he was a lifelong Chargers fan until the team moved.  Now, he wants the team to go winless, despite what it may cost him."  Oh.  Never mind.  Um...
• Surely we can say something nice.  Let's see...well, I guess it's good this isn't the Week One wrap up, where there was "...some uniquely terrible performances."  Ok, that's...something.  Any other good news?
• "This year's Giants have exhibited no offensive energy or entertainment value or all."  Sheesh.  Can we get something nice to end this on?

"In the end, tacos won."  

  

Our blog's spirit guide

They always do, Taco, they always do.

Football Friday Forecast

Lessee, this Sunday, there are..14 games!  Wow, that's a lot of football to consume between waking up and falling asleep (and you can't let blackouts slow you down!).  Clearly, you need help to make some hard choices.  That's why I'm here.  I've concocted two potential plans for dealing with your Sunday:

PLAN A

1. Skip all that football, grab some skates, and go down to your nearest rink for a circle or two.

Doesn't that sound good?  And it looks fun too.

Slightly better form than your blogger

PLAN B

Okay, sure, you didn't come here for subterfuge and silly skating gifs, you came here for a football whatsamajigger.  Fine, it's your day off, enjoy it how you see fit.  But, you can't (and shan't) watch every single game.  So, here are three of the most interesting and three of the most awful matchups, using my own highly secretive and cumbersome ranking system.   Start with the top group, and as free-time and blood-alcohol levels rise, add as you see fit.  I mean, it's better than real life, right?

To Watch!

1. 49ers versus Seahawks - I'll have family at the game, so you might see them.  That's fun right?  I'll be drinking elsewhere, so just page me when you can pick them out of the crowd of 60,000 for a half-second.  They'll be sitting next to each other, and are both white.  Narrows it down enough, I think.  
2. Dolphins versus Chargers - The Chargers are playing their home games at a soccer stadium this season.  A soccer stadium!  A stadium for soccer!?!  Huh, strange times indeed.
3. Cowboys versus Broncos - From one of the greatest Simpsons episodes ever, we learn Homer really wants to own the Dallas Cowboys, but in the end, is given the gift of owning the Denver Broncos.  Who wins Homer's heart here?  Will Marge ever understand?  And, how many times, Homer, how many?

Linked above, the most nerdly argument ever, about this one joke.

To What?

1. Browns versus Ravens - The Ravens used to be the Browns.  Now they wear purple and reference Poe.  The Ravens are the Goth Browns.
2. Cardinals versus Colts - Cardinals started in St Louis while the Colts started in Baltimore.  Both teams have since moved and, somehow, ended up in worse places.
3. Jets versus Raiders - One team plays in New Jersey, while the other is moving to Las Vegas in a couple years.  So really, nobody wins here.  Ever.

Have a great weekend!  

Your Friday Meat-Tube Inspired News Roundup

What can I say, I enjoy parsing the interwebs for burrito and taco info and passing the savings on to you.  Call me a Good Samaritan.  Go ahead.

Thank you Krusty

On to the tortilla-wrapped headlines, and whatnot;

• Another Taco Bell experiment, "The Forbidden Bowl".  I know that a name like this is supposed to peak curiosity and interest.  But, really, when it comes to food from Taco Bell, you shouldn't ask questions.  As far as I'm concerned, every menu item there is forbidden and governed by a Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy.  It's the only way to survive.
• I've always thought those daytime morning talk shows were a haven for mindless banter and pointless opinions.  This "Twinkie Burrito" confirms my prejudices.  Thanks Good Morning America for making me feel better about myself.
• I'm less interested in the story of a burrito-shop employee flying into a rage over a country-singer's lousy tip, and more fascinated with the order that started the fracas.  The singer ordered 60 burritos...and a quesadilla.  Wait, what?  Who ordered the quesadilla?  THAT is the person we need to interview here.  How did this happen?  
• "Hey y'all, I'm going to order a whole cow-pasture lot of ye olde burritos forthwith, my rumpled dopplegangers." (I don't know how country music people talk)
• "Great!"
• "Thanks!"
• "Sounds good!"
• "Um...so, I don't really like burritos.  Can I get something else?  Oh, there's a menu online, give me a minute to look, ok?"
• <Steam coming out from under said-singer's stupid little hat>

Just take a burrito, man!!!  Sheesh.  I think we all know people like this.

And besides, what sort of replacement is a quesadilla?  It's just a cut and flattened burrito.  See:

Proof of unnecessary modification

How is that better?  HOW?!?!?!?!

Thanks, dumb-country-music-based-burrito-replacer, your attitude makes my soul hurt.  I think I need to go lie down for a while.  This planet.  Man.

5 Ridiculous Things for Tonight's Game

Apparently, there's football tonight.  Well, Friends is off the air, so you might as well watch something.  Here's what you need to know about the exciting match-down between, um, who?

Calvin represents our uncontrollable descent into madness.

So, Bengals versus Texans.  Sounds like a good one.  Or not.  I don't know, actually, let's let the internet decide:

1. "The Texans could be in 'must-win' mode."  This is week two.  Of sixteen.
2. "Andy Dalton now has to face Prime-Time Demons."  We all know prime-time demons are way more demanding than midday demons.  It's late, and they get over-tired.
3. "Thursday night football is bad and should feel bad."  The article ends, "...there is no reason that the eyes of the entire nation should be subjected to this, unless the rationale is that it's a better comedy show than 2 Broke Girls, in which case, carry on, everyone."  By using 2 Broke Girls as the bar for showing football, you have immediately created a perpetual motion machine of interminable awfulness.
4. Houston's special jersey for tonight, and
5. Cincinnati's special jersey for tonight:

Who's bathed in redneck pixie dust?  We are!!!!

Excuse me sir, but you seem to be on fire.

Hmm, quite a battle.  Who will win?  Not you.  Not by a longshot.

The Un-Footballing

So, where were we?

Uh...blogging.

And, um yeah, when was that?

Okay, let's see.  The most recent post for this site formerly known as "Taco Bout Hockey" was roughly seven months ago and...not about hockey at all.  Weird.  It was actually about something called foot-ball.  Huh.  Say, that gives me an idea.

It shouldn't.

But it does!

No, please, let's just keep not blogging.  There's a lovely awning over there to sit under.  You can drink beer and pet the dog and continue your slow decent into inane insanity (or insane inanity, whichever is easier).

Well, that does sound lovely, but hear me out, me.  Ahem.  When I was a boy...

Oh jeez, here we go.

Cram it, me.  As I was saying; When I was a kid, I loved football.  Like most good American boys, I played ball with my friends, experiencing the sheer uncomfortableness of trying to wrap your arms around a chum and slowly bring him to the ground (Huh, when you write that out, it just sounds weird).  I also watched all the football our last-century televisions would allow, often skipping out on whatever religious ritual was otherwise stupidly scheduled for a Sunday morning.  No, I won't get into heaven.  But, I can name nearly all of the "Killer B's" from the vaunted Miami defense of the late 80's.  So, I've got that going for me, which is nice.

Is there a point to this?

The point is; As the years have gone on, my interest in football has steeply declined.  Primarily, a burgeoning love of hockey as my winter sport du jour elbowed out the pigskin.  But, more importantly, as that foot-sport has pummeled its way to the top of the collective sports-world consciousness, it has become almost a villainy cartoon of itself.  And I'm not even referring to the scandals and boner-pill ad saturation.  It's a three and a half hour game with three minutes of action followed by a plethora of beefy guys stuffed into ill-fitting suits talking at length about the non-action we just witnessed.  It's an obsession with tons of stuff barely connected to actual football, like fantasy, Madden, and the Cleveland Browns.  It's...

A blog idea.

Yup.

We'll see how long this one lasts.

I know, probably not long.  My ability to focus on something I'm barely interested in may not persist, not surprisingly.  But, I'll try to supplement it with entries about other things beyond just my conscious uncoupling from this un-dynamic sport.  Like tacos! 

Oh, that's original.

 Thanks.  I just feel like making some merry mockery of something richly deserving it.  Is that so wrong?

Not at all.

Good.

At any rate, after this entry, I'm sure we won't hear from you for seven more months.

That's possible.  But I'll try.  Really.  Sound good?

This should go well.