Plugging.
Another Web bucket to fill. Good grief, tubey! How many Web sites am I supposed to maintain? I'm the one with the arms, remember... and the cerebral cortex. Oh, hi. Yeah, I was just in the process of dressing down the mansized tuber. Why? Well, it's simple - he keeps making more work for us bipeds, signing us up for these aggregator sites like Reverbnation and the like. I can't keep up with it, man! And my bandmates want nothing to do with it. I'm the janitor here in Big Green land. (My brother Matt is the cinematographer, I should mention.) But what the hell, I'm complaining again, aren't I? I should be grateful to have a roof over my head, three square meals a day, two round ones, and a couple of hexagonal snacks. That's more than most can say these days. As always, money is a challenge. Copies of One Small Step are not exactly flying off the shelf on this planet (though I hear it's moving quite briskly on Kaztropharius 137b, that nasty little planet...