an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blinds. strange daze for the you ess of craze. we all knew it was coming, i think, deep down. don't build your house on sand. or, you know, someone else's house. so i'm gonna embrace that whole it's gotta get worse before a thousand years of peace thing. and hopefully that don't mean nuclear annihilation. or full scale water wars. or zombie apocalypse. well, maybe we could try the zombie thing. seems like the lesser of all evils. isn't that a comfort? happy monday, gang!