As everyone knows:

Hello again, jerkfaces!

I just finished a few updates to the site including cleaning up the blog settings on this page.  People can comment on Katie's posts and Gen Loofah's updates are no longer falling to a sordid painful death at the bottom of a poorly marked well.  Yay!

There's a new Events section in the menu that we'll be using to schedule tenative events.  The times may or may not be final.  We're still figuring all that out.  The one date that we are sure about is the upcoming work weekend, March 14-15.  We're still getting the details of it together, but updates will be published once we figure all that out.

And if you're wondering what any of this has to do with ending the life of showbiz legend Fred Astaire, nothing really.  I just hate writing updates without some kind of picture to go along with it.

No hard feelings, Freddy!

Have you ever looked out of your basement apartment's window and wondered if life had more in store for you than Assistant Manager at the Everything's 79¢ store?

Did those long college nights huffing aerosol glue ruin your shot at making crew for the International Space Station?

Do you possess vital organs fit for black market resale?

Pod Six, a division of Sealab and presentation of THE HATE DOME, seeks men and women volunteers to staff the science and research facilities of InterFuse.

Work

• Participating sailors will be encouraged to conduct experiments on the local fauna and ingeniousness inhabitants.

Entertainment

• The BeBop Cola HATE BAR™
• Howlin' Mad Murphy musical program
• Nightly pyrotechnic display resulting in catastrophic structural failure of entire facility

Compensation

• The daily pay for sailors and science staff is A HANDFUL OF POISON IVY and all the SEA KITTENS you care to eat. EXPERIENCED SEAMEN MUST PROVIDE THEIR OWN WHISKEY.

Interested parties can find out more at www.PodSixIsJerks.com

Further requests for information may be sent to SignMeUp@PodSixIsJerks.com. Inquiries will be printed in triplicate, labeled, briefly lost, found and eventually stored in a basement filing cabinet covered in rust and puffy plastic banana stickers.

Your breathing is no longer an effortless act; you are now doing it deliberately.