Yeah, I know, I've moved. It's not that I forgot to tell you, it's just that I'm trying to be something else. Not that I was misrepresenting myself before, or that I am now, but more that I've been in this place for four years and I've accumulated a lot of emotional baggage, and I've grown up a lot, and I'm not dumping you, in fact, I'd really like to take you along with me. There's room in the car. Come on over. The new place looks like ass, but a fresh coat of paint and a couple of decent rants and whatnot and it'll be as good as new.

Besides, we've kind of outgrown this place. Look around. It's a mess. We'll always have it -- in fact, we're taking the whole joint with us -- but it's time to try something new. Like To Much Joy said, "Every great band should be shot/before they make their Combat Rock." This is the right thing to do.

Come on over. You might even like it.