Are you that special person who - weary from trudging the endless superhighways - just longs to camp next to a glorious oasis of the mind? Do you desire to explore new frontiers, splash in shared ideas, fill your belly with the refreshing fruits of inspiration, and bask in the gentle rays of fond reflection?
Well, you can fuck right off. This, my friends, is not that place. This place is... The ShadowLands.
I wonder how it would feel, by the way, to know that the only thing that may prevent you from doing 12 years hard labour in this workers' paradise is the commitment of big Al? Judging by the looks on their faces, I'm guessing that these people who are depending on the resolve of Kevin Rudd have a pretty fair idea.
(BTW, NY Mag imagines how the Korean situation may work out.)