Wherein I remember my grandmother.
Wherein I relate a tale about a dead heroin addict.
Wherein I describe the process of seasoning cast-iron, and also my mid-life crisis.
Wherein Gaijin Entertainment curls up and blows away.
Wherein Gaijin Entertainment tries to step up their legal threats.
Wherein I am a bad, bad person.
Wherein a company tries to claim ownership of this domain.
Wherein I eulogize one of my favorite people.
Wherein I reveal a recipe for bolognese.
Wherein I discuss some of the music that has made me who I am.