Edits are running smooth. Not.

OK I lied. Just a peek at a couple more photos from Saturday /Gays of Our Live International Event (or GooL 2.o).

First thing? Hats off to everyone at the Stonewall Inn--and to the organizers of the event, and to the EKP ladies who are clearly the best women on the planet (and they are infinitely patient).

So a few shots and some blathering.

Igor Dolgatschew pinned me in front of the historic Stonewall Inn
(See the tiny blue pin on my collar?)

Igor, Gregory, Hal, Dennis, Felix, Thore, Jo, Scott
These guys were all, each and every one of them, marvelous. And Hal Sparks ruled the day with his intelligence and humor. xxx

BTW--Felix? (center with scarf next to my very hot looking nfgBF sporting his own blue Eskimo Kiss pin) Show of hands--Who didn't want to put Felix in their pocket and take him home? What a sweetheart.

Lots of panels (six in all) and lots of chatting between them.

My favorite moment during the panels--and there were many many wonderful moments--was one I walked in on late because LB is too jiggly to sit in a dimly lit room all day. I kept leaping up to stretch my legs because I get antsy--I think I only missed one panel (FYI) but missed the start of two. Anywho-- I walked in to a passionate voice--Igor. The upshot was one actor stated he was just doing his job. And Igor? He really drove home to every Eskimo boy and girl in the room exactly why the De/Ro pairing works so well. Chemistry and fondness. He is brimming with personality and energy, that young man is. Wow. Brilliant. Mr. Passionate. And so present. Dennis G was moderating the panel-- and the connection between those two? Very shiny indeed.

You just know the writers ::coughTomcough:: are going to fuck with us soon. Can't wait.

And then I wandered to find more coffee.

BTW one of the highlights of the entire weekend was chatting with Tom, a writer for AWZ. Apparently there are two teams of writers--story line and dialog. And when I mentioned how fitting the music was to each scene, he explained that the producer hand selects the songs. Spot on. This photo lifted from here. I'd draw a big heart around Tom--but I'm supposed to be editing right now. Big hug to the WRITER. WOOT!

And finally--just wanted to give a shout out to Brent Magee. He was a kindred spirit and his wit and funny asides kept me in stitches. xxxx Brent. You're the best. Thanks for putting up with me

.

PS-

My phone just arrived by Fed Ex. Closure at last. Three days without my phone? Agony.

Edits

I'm...editing today and tomorrow (and at the speed I'm working, possibly Thursday...Friday...)

Therefore--BLOG ON HOLD

I'll have a cover for In & Out this week -- will post--and will get to my recap of GOOL as well.

Right now? It's 6 am. Time to deliver high schoolers to high school and then write all day.

L

PROOF!

And speaking of The Trevor Project, this is one of three photos I won in the charity silent auction--and Dennis was kind enough to write a note on there for me.

heh heh heh

Yes. To Me from my secret (favorite) gay boy friend.

So funny. And a very good sport.

Kris-I lost my phone and the I LOVE KRIS signs are locked in the dressingroom of the Stonewall Inn (PLEASE note that I should not be in charge of anything other than my purse in situations where drinking may occur). So...uh...Emilie will send me a very cute sign/Dennis/Emilie FO-TO and I will post. And I'll get to a recap of the events after I get some sleep.

~THIS JUST IN~

Igor was a sweet boy. And so flipping cute. Also fit. Very...fit.

When did I get so old?

The Trevor Project

I had a teeny conversation with Dennis (nfgBF) today and realized that I didn't know what The Trevor Project was about... which is embarrassing--particularly as I probably stuck my foot directly into my babbling mouth. I know. What else is new? So I got home, sat down, and zombie exhausted (literally just walked in the door to Chez Lisabea) I educated myself about this phenomenal organization. I also put my money where my mouth is and, because The Trevor Project is near and dear to the hearts of everyone who attended GOOL this weekend, I wanted to spread the good word.





All the information that appears in this post is taken directly from the Trevor Project Website.

The Trevor Project is the leading national organization focused on crisis and suicide prevention efforts among lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) youth.

The Trevor Project operates the only accredited, nationwide, around-the-clock crisis and suicide prevention helpline for LGBTQ youth. If you or a friend are feeling lost or alone, call The Trevor Helpline. There is hope, there is help.


History of Trevor Project

The Trevor Project was founded by writer James Lecesne, director/producer Peggy Rajski and producer Randy Stone, creators of the 1994 Academy Award®-winning short film, Trevor, a comedy/drama about a gay 13-year-old boy who, when rejected by friends because of his sexuality, makes an attempt to take his life.

When Trevor was scheduled to air on HBO® in 1998, the filmmakers realized that some of the program’s teen viewers might be facing the same kind of crisis as Trevor, and began to search for an appropriate support line to broadcast during the airing. They discovered that no such helpline existed, and decided to dedicate themselves to forming what was, in their view, a much-needed resource: an organization to promote acceptance of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth, and to aid in crisis and suicide prevention among that group. Thus, The Trevor Project was born, and with seed funding provided by The Colin Higgins Foundation, The Trevor Helpline was established and became the first and only nationwide, around-the-clock crisis and suicide prevention helpline for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning youth.

Today, in addition to operating the crisis and suicide prevention helpline, The Trevor Project provides online support to young people through the organization’s Web site, and also provides lifesaving guidance and vital resources to educators and parents.

More to come from Gays of Our Lives as soon as I can.

Nicest BF Ever

LB dies of cute. LOOOK MY BF!!!

I told his husband and he seems to be fine with that. Thanks Brent!!

Gays Of Our Lives International Event

Crappy photo swiped from on-line

but still dazzlingly DeRo.

So, my dear friends, I'll miss the Eskimo Horde get together tonight--but look for me, LB GREGG, freezing her ass off in a cute new SPRING outfit, this weekend at Gays Of Our Lives . I'll be staying in gloriously brisk, possibly snowy, New York City--in the Village doing Village type things with Village type people.

I know, right? Sounds divine!

So eff the frigid temperatures. I have strappy stroppy red shoes (and matching hand bag) and my hot black halter top and I plan to hit Madame X's with the Eskimo Hordes and eight wide-eyed and frightened soap opera stars to make merry. I will keep myself warm with the love of DeRo, my new favorite gay boy friend, a big net, and a few of these lovely Manhattans.

I'll try to post, but I fear it'll be mostly facebook and twitter. More to come. Happy weekend people and if you're out and about and in NYC, drop me an email. I'm having lunch with Katiebabs tomorrow!

So follow me on twitter (lisabea) and Facebook (LB Gregg)!

LB

PS

Interested non-traveling-hordes may participate here.

Happy Day Miss Carolyn Crane

"With a twisty, edgy storyline, a unique premise and a fascinating heroine, MIND GAMES jumpstarts a smart and original urban fantasy series. A fabulous debut!"

~Meljean Brook, The Guardians series

"Carolyn Crane writes with deft and evocative flair, creating a fantasy-noir world touched with comic book cool. With a twisty plot, a unique heroine, memorable supporting characters, and an amazingly fresh premise, debut novel Mind Games is a delicious, unforgettable delight. I can't wait for the next book!"

~Ann Aguirre, national bestselling author of Blue Diablo

Check out Mind Games here.

**Congrats again, CJ**

Happy St. Patrick's

Kati's Birthday Day!

So, I watched Valentine's Day--the movie--the other week and discovered this man. I know. Where has my head been? Don't answer that...but Eric did a nice, albiet predictable, job in Valentine's Day and I now see him as my Holden in In and Out.

What can I say? He's lovely.

Catch Me if You Can Catch My Review

Winners of $15 Gift Certificates

Chris & Joder

Woot! Email me!

Today, because scheduling and planning rate high on my skill list, I'm being interviewed by Jessewave! Pop by and see my sexy photo!

Have a great day, and stay away from green beer. Stick with whiskey.

Visiting A Blog Near You

Today, Tuesday March 16, there is an in-depth & lengthy interview with yours truly at The Blackraven Erotic Cafe! Stop by and say hello. Prizes!

Taking Note.

• First

Obviously you all know about the Dabwaha thing.

• Second

Please remember to post your link for my Catch Me If You Can Catch My Review Contest--that ends this week!

Review Catch Me If You Can during the next two weeks, leave a link in the comments to your review--on either FaceBook, GoodReads, LiveJournal, a personal blog, Amazon, or Library Thing--and you'll be entered into a drawing to win one of two $15 gift certificates to one of the following fine on-line book sellers: Amazon, B&N, All Romance eBooks, Fictionwise, or MBAM.

Deadline midnight EST March 16th 2010. Winners to be chosen and announced March 17th (Kati's birthday AND St. Patrick's Day). Each review counts as, uhm, one entry. So if you post your review at Goodreads, that's one entry. But if you post it at GoodReads, your blog, and Amazon--that's three entries.

Thanks and good luck!

• And Finally

**CAROLYN CRANE MEME ALERT**

Did you happen to see Carolyn Crane's exciting contest?

From the mouth of Carolyn Crane ~(pretend this is her talking)

Win a fancy $100 dinner out!

The Trapped in a Restaurant meme game.

Okay, I made up this meme game to celebrate one of the many mysteries of Mind Games: Why does tortured mastermind Sterling Packard NEVER ever set foot outside the Mongolian Delites restaurant? Anybody anywhere can to play.

Prizes:
First Prize: One randomly chosen player will get $100 toward a fancy dinner at a restaurant of their choice! (Any restaurant anywhere that accepts plastic or sells gift certificates. You don’t have to choose until you win.) Second prize: $50 toward a dinner.

How to play:

Just post the questions, your answers, meme icon and meme game line on social media site li (blog, facebook, livejournal, other).

Below is all you have to put (but make up your own answers! LOL):


1. In MIND GAMES, hypochondriac heroine Justine Jones can’t figure out why tortured mastermind Sterling Packard never sets foot outside the Mongolian Delites restaurant. What if you were somehow trapped in a restaurant, what sort of restaurant would you prefer?

-Mexican! LB's answer--Thai Food.

2. What if you won the fancy $100 dinner to a restaurant of your choice, and you could dine with any character from any book, movie, or history. Who would you choose?

Han Solo My answer-- ROMAN WILD my new favorite gay BF!!! I'll meet him in two weeks...and...uh...hey do you think he'll think I'm weird?

3. Choose three characters to dine with for a lively dinner party (you can define lively however you want).

-Cordelia Chase (from Angel), Hamlet, and Phury from Black Dagger Brotherhood Oh for pities sake, CJ. LB's answer--Adrien English (ohhh smack down between my old bf and my new bf!), Russel Crowe (we need a M-A-N), and Conan O'Brien, to keep the conversational ball rolling.



Meme Game! Send meme game link by 4/8 to meme@authorcarolyncrane.com to enter. Anyone can play. Details at www.authorcarolyncrane.com

OK go PLAY!

Heads up.

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Here's what they're saying at ARe-

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Also available at Amazon Kindle!

Today I Go Deep

I'm with my dear pal Samantha Kane today, at the Kiss and Tell Girls. Stop by and say hello. We're talking a little about sex, and a little about writing, and there's some artsy pron posted. Merow. Maybe.

Be Still My Heart

This is Robin (MAN) Hood for Grown Ups.



So hot.


(Thanks Carrie Lofty.)

Practically Perfect

Today on MBaM

3.No Souvenirs
by K. A. Mitchell

4.The Dark Farewell
by Josh Lanyon

5.Catch Me If You Can
by LB WOOT Gregg

There is nothing, NOTHING, unsavory about clinging to the coattails of my famous friends. LOOK AT MY BOOK! (And Josh and KA's of course.) Ok they both knocked me out of third, but who cares? I'm still clinging like a stubborn little burr!


So Hi. I'm not back. In and Out is officially with Celina Summers, my go to girl and ass slappin, whip crackin' editor at AMP. I'm...tired. It's big (almost 50K) and...it's May/December. I wanted to do a virgin romance. I did one. It's sort of hot.

Here's a raw, unedited peek at Men of Smithfield IV--In and Out
The Story of Holden and Adam

“I have a job for you today which requires driving. You need to use my car.”

I hoped to hell the Jag would start. It had been sitting idle for a couple weeks, when Porter borrowed it to impress his banker friends at a teambuilding venture.

“That’s all right. I can take my truck.”

“No. It’s a Jaguar XF. You’ll take it. You’ll probably have to fill it.” I searched the drawer for my gas card and handed it to him along with John’s address. “You need to go to Kent.” I considered making him change into something more presentable, but caught myself.

Adam stared at the keys on the granite. “Seriously? You want me to drive that car? The Jag? My truck runs fine. It’s dependable.”

“You work for me now—I need you to go retrieve my ex and I’m experiencing an unprecedented moment of pride and pretention. I need you to take the good car. Later, by all means, use the truck to deposit our visitor on the curb of the train station in Waterbury. Particularly if said truck is rusted and smoldering its exhaust directly into the passenger seat. No offense.”

He chuckled for the first time in my company. It was a nice rich sound. His smile was easy. “None taken. She sounds terrible. What’s she like?”

I gawked at him while he sucked juice down in four bold swallows. Where the hell had this man been hiding? Under a rock? And why wasn’t his gaydar detecting?

“Adam. He. My ex is a man. Yes?”

Adam froze. And then he startled me by shooting off his stool like a rocket. The stool wobbled. And Adam backed away as if gay was a catching disease and I might sneeze it all over him. His reaction was so intense, that I assumed he wasn’t serious.

But, he was.

“Gay? I didn’t realize.”

“It’s not news. I need you to retrieve John Paige. My former lackey from Worth’s World? He travelled with me for years. This isn’t a secret.” Adam flushed to his hairline and down to his clavicle. The dummy turned red as a beet. He was beginning to piss me off. “Do you have a problem working for a homosexual? Your reaction is extreme, Adam. I wonder why that is.”

Actually, I didn’t wonder at all. Evidently Adam hadn’t come to terms with what was as plain as the nose on his face. I didn’t figure him for latent.

He held his hands out, as if carefully warding my gay away. He was nearly panicked. How strange. “No. No problem…it’s just…a surprise. I didn’t put two and two—”

“That’s impossible. It had to have crossed your mind. I flame.”

“Flame? I wouldn’t know about that. I told you, I can’t tell. You’re rich. You’re cultured. You eat weird food. You faint. I didn’t assume that meant you’re a homosexual. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. You took me by surprise is all.” He smiled tightly—no, fearfully. “I’m not good at this kind of thing.”

“Thing? What thing? I’m not hitting on you. I’m just stating a fact. I’m going to be crystal clear with you here, Adam, because that’s my way. Ready? Listen up. By the way, I’m gay.”

“Yes. You’ve said.”

“So I need to know if this is a problem.”

“No. No—it’s just that…people sometimes tell me things that aren’t true.”

I must have looked as confused as I felt. “I don’t follow.”

“It’s just that I’m not sure who I can trust.” He clammed up, shutting off any hint of vulnerability. It was like a curtain had come down with a bang. His blue eyes met mine and I absolutely couldn’t read him, except for the residual fear. His words were so tight, they barely passed his teeth, “I’m uncomfortable with this conversation.”

“That’s because I think you’re gay as well.” I blurted, masterfully.

That shook him all right. His eyes closed for a moment, russet lashes against his mud stained cheek. He took his moment and then open his eyes and glared. “I…can’t believe you just said that.”

“I can’t either. But there it is.” I dug a deeper hole. “I’m not usually if ever wrong about these things, so you can imagine my confusion right now.”

I was waiting for another big response. Maybe he’d hit me, or leave and never come back. Those things happen. But now Adam was deep in thought. He turned to look through the back window where outside, the yellow tape fluttered in the morning breeze—they looked like party favors.

I said into the quiet room, “Was that out of line?”

He was so red it hurt to look at him. “Yes.”

“Forgive me. I thought it was pretty clear—or I should say, to me it was clear. That doesn’t mean anyone else suspects.”

“I hope not.”

“Adam. Surely this isn’t news to you.”

He shook his head again. “No. But it’s not something I want advertised. But not for the reason you think. And…I haven’t acted on it. Not completely. It’s hard for me to trust anyone. Which is why I don’t act on my feelings.”

“Have you told anyone?”

“Not really.”

“Well…you’ve told me.” I was oddly proud of him. He’d come out to a virtual stranger, which generally was the way these things went, although typically one man had just given the other an orgasm to speed the process along. My handyman shoved his hands into his pockets. He stared into the wide back yard deep in thought. His jaw line was sharp and smooth and it occurred to me that he’d shaved this morning. His neck was clean, and that smell of coconut hit me. He’d bathed before seeing me.

He’d showered before coming to dig in the dirt all day. For me.

In that moment, right there in my kitchen, I wanted him. Not from afar, as I had yesterday, but the real deal. I wanted to be that guy—that lucky guy who showed him what goes where—and I got hard. It was terrible. It was wrong. I would be taking advantage of an anxious, untried young man who worked for me—and perversely, that just made me want him more. I imagined Adam, whimpering and grunting under me, and Christ, I found myself asking another stupidly impertinent question, “So you’ve never followed through.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, not really.”

Not really meant no, not ever.

Untamed, insane, unwilling lust literally filled my cock with blood in a split second. My hot dick pressed into my jeans searching for a way out and a way into that big, strapping, fit, sweet, tight assed, red faced, fumbling virgin.

And that virgin stared quietly back at me. A rim of orange juice glistened just over his lip and he licked it while, truly spellbound, I followed the swipe of his tender tongue along wind burned lips. I wanted to lick his mouth and taste sunshine. I wanted to smell the dirt on his clothes and the soil in his nails. And then I wanted to bend him over my kitchen table, my hands spreading him, and dive so deeply inside his ass he’d feel my dick touch his tonsils. I’d come deep. I’d make him blow his messy load on my table while he pressed back into me. I could wrap my hands into that unruly russet mop of hair and hold him still. I’d bite the tender skin of his shoulder.

Never, ever had I felt so depraved in my entire life. Not once. And I had written an award winning, best selling dirty sex book.

Now I was the one flushed and fearful. I was hard, hot, angry, ready, and so fucking stupid. This was a bad idea. But he wanted me. His pupils were locked on mine and dilating, as if every one of my filthy, perverted thoughts were written on my face for him to read. Or maybe he could see my fat erection poking from my pants. I was close to gripping my own dick and jacking off right here.

He moved toward me, or maybe I imagined it. Maybe I wanted him to move, to cross the space and reach for me first. The moment stretched. I stared at his firm mouth as his color rose and then the side door opened with a squeak. I sat so fast that this time I set the stool to wobbling. Shit. Mrs. Henderson walked into the house holding a dainty orange and pink cardboard box. “No jelly, Holden.” She said crisply.

Tension snapped. Adam snagged the key from the countertop, the address from the table, and his shoes from the rug. “I’ll be back in an hour, Mr. Worthington, with your friend.”

copyright 2010 LB Gregg

Attention Shoppers

Random dot org selected the winner for a copy of Jazz Baby by Lorelie Brown--

NUMBER FIVE!

Tracy

(Woot! You are number five, lady!)

In other news, two of my favorite authors of m/m released books. My pal Josh Lanyon ::lub dub lub dub:: and my other pal KA Mitchell ::lb flutters lashes:: Go check these OUT! Terrific reads from the best of the best.

In and Out is due, fully revised, to my editor. It hasn't even been edited yet and...I'm ready to pitch myself over the abyss. Why did I write a mystery. WHY? Because I like plot and character development with my sexorin'? Well, I officially declare that plot is over rated (it's not) and I am going to just write pron from now on (I'm not).

K. Tracy, enjoy your book--and Lorelie, congrats again! I am nose to the grindstone.

LB

Blogging Today

With Dawn at the Reading Nook.

Lorelie Brown and I Goof Off

Hello and Welcome!

Today I'm here with exciting new author Lorelie Brown whose fabulous historical romance-- JAZZ BABY-- released from Samhain on March 2nd. Congrats Lorelie!

I know what you're thinking--Het Historical, LB? What the heck? That's like the polar opposite of what you write.

Well aren't you smart! That's exactly what Lorelie and I are going to talk about.

Famous Opposites In Romance
Another Top Ten List

by Lisabea
with Special Guest

New Author Lorelie Brown

We'll handle the first five here on my blog, then hop over to Lorelie's for the rest. You can win a copy of Jazz Baby simply by telling me who your favorite opposites attract couple is**. And Lorelie's having a contest as well. WHAT COULD SHE BE GIVING AWAY?

Number Ten Opposites Attract Couple

The May/December

Max and Gina from Breaking Point

by (my hero) Suze Brockmann

LB: There is nothing hotter than a multiple book spanning, May/December, FBI vs. musician, HOT diggity sexorin' in a cheap hotel, OMG you're not dead, handwringing how can something so wrong feel so right? kind of romance.

Plus also Suze signed my copy, Dear Lisabea-Max says hello! Suzanne Brockmann

It's under my pillow. JUST KIDDING.

Max and Gina

Lorelie: She's totally not kidding. I've seen the copy. It's sealed in a giant ziplock with curious lipstick smears on it....But I'm not sure I can blame her. Mmmm, Max.

Number Nine The Goody Girl and the Bad Boy

LB: Sandy and Danny from the acclaimed broadway musical Grease! as played by John Travolta and Olivia Newton John (because there's a little may/december here too!)

I just like when she goes total ho and puts that cigarette out.

What a tart.

Lorelie: "Tell me about it, stud!" Loooovvveee that. I loved even more that John Travolta showed up in a letterman's sweater. See, he can meet her in the middle too!

Number Eight D/s

Nate Hawkins and Aiden Townsend My Fair Captain by JL Langley

Do I really need to explain---

LB: Hey, this is technically May/December as well. I...am so ashamed. To distract you from my nasty inner longings, I'm going to cast my

perfect new secret gay boy friend, Dennis Grabosch from Alles Was Zahlt, as the equally

perfect Aiden.

nfgBF

Lorelie: Ooh, Nate and Aiden. Yummy. But I'm not sure they're exactly opposites, are they? I tend to think of people in D/s relationships as being more complimentary. Huh. Will have to think on that.

Number Seven The Accidental Pornographer and the Mayor

Sophie Demsey and Phin Tucker Welcome to Temptation by Jennifer Crusie

LB: No lie. This pairing of the entitled, ennui stricken Phineas Tucker and the wrong side of the tracks, daughter of a con artist Sophie Demsey is my favorite. Crusie manages to instill fragility just under the surface of tough as nails Sophie and somehow make Phin likeable--even though he's such a slacking a-hole.

Plus the alarm clock scene still takes my breath away.

This is not May/December

Lorelie: The alarm clock! The alarm clock! *bounces ridiculously in seat* Crusie not only dared to write bad sex in a romance, she wrote a hero who *noticed* and *fixed* it. Brillz.

Number Six

Because I boldly go where ever slash freak in the world goes...

Kirk/Spock From Gene Rodenberry's space adventure Star Trek

The vid says it all.

Lorelie: Slashy goodness! Kirk was only banging all those alien chicks as an empty escape coz he was scared of his true feelings for straight-laced Spock. *nods* Really.

Head on over to Lorelie's blog and see who she picked!

So who do you choose? Am I right or am I right?

**Winners to be selected at random. Contest closes Monday, March 8 at Noon EST. International friends welcome!

March 2nd

Psssst! Pass it on!

LB Gregg's

Catch Me If You Can "Catch My Review" Contest

Review Catch Me If You Can during the next two weeks, leave a link in the comments to your review--on either FaceBook, GoodReads, LiveJournal, a personal blog, Amazon, or Library Thing--and you'll be entered into a drawing to win one of two $15 gift certificates to one of the following fine on-line book sellers: Amazon, B&N, All Romance eBooks, Fictionwise, or MBAM.

Deadline midnight EST March 16th 2010. Winners to be chosen and announced March 17th (Kati's birthday AND St. Patrick's Day). Each review counts as, uhm, one entry. So if you post your review at Goodreads, that's one entry. But if you post it at GoodReads, your blog, and Amazon--that's three entries.

Thanks and good luck! **And if CJ emails me again to make this more complicated, my head will explode. Not to mention she just asked me 'what if they're negative reviews?' Oh. God. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, people. Let's do it.

March 2nd is also the birthday of my new favorite gay boy friend, Alles Was Zahlt's tasty treat, Dennis Grabosch. Happy Birthday nfgBF! See you in a few weeks, schatz.

Birthday Boy.

I'll be blogging around the blog-o-sphere over the next few days. I'll keep you posted. Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes and xxx's. Right back atcha.

Happy Day!

LB

Apparently...

Catch Me If You Can is available today at MBAM. I did not know this until just now.

0_0

Happy Release Day!

Is anyone else having a hell of a time with the internet? I AM. Could be me...

I was going to post a big wing ding...consider this PRE wing ding.

LB