Pick your poison.
Holy hell. Is that thing on again? Well then, what's that little red light for? And the countdown box.... Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three.... Oh well. While we're trying to figure out what's going on there... What's been happening here at the mill? Usual stuff. Keeping the roof on, as they say, and the fridge stocked with lunchables. (Or, at least, snackables.) You have to be versatile to please the mix of tastes we have around this joint. Take Lincoln (please). Now, he's a fan of chicken fricassee. Of course, being a vegetarian, I won't have anything to do with the stuff, but that doesn't stop him. He keeps putting it on the shoplifting... I mean, the shopping list. And I keep coming back with tofu. (He's no happier now than he was in 1863.) But it takes more than food to make a life. We've been working on the next album, as you know. Quite a process. Some of you have been on the inside of our album construction activities, some not. For tho...