Thanks to everyone for coming out on Saturday. We're still fine-tuning our barbeque methodology -- a later start next time, perhaps? Now that sun isn't in such short supply we're free to prioritize being able to maintain party-mode into the wee hours, so we can feel like the reckless college students we all wish we still were.

I was initially going to make some jokes in extremely poor taste about the Will to Party and something called grillensraum that I had only half worked-out. You'll have to forgive me; entirely by accident, every meal I've eaten for the past 60 hours has involved sausage of one sort or another, and I'm sure it's done something unpleasant to my brain -- if I had to guess, I'd say cumin poisoning.

Still, maybe it's inevitable that this blog's twin enthusiasms for furious, ill-considered political thought and grilling come together in a new barbeque-centric ideological movement. For now, though, the political landscape will remain un-rocked. At least until we can work reality TV into our platform. Then... REVOLUCIÓN!