Oh no. No no no no. NO! You know, I come home from a long night in NYC to celebrate my friend Little C-Za's birthday, figure I'll check my mail and a couple of other things before hitting the hay, and I am confronted with this, part of Mike Whybark's (who claims to have met me once when I lived in Seattle, though I certainly don't remember it) ongoing and possibly libelous Ken Goldstein of the Week Week. I mean, how the hell am I supposed to sleep tonight?!?! And more importantly, why do I have absolutely no memory of this night?! (Warning: link contains Ken.)