Finally got the pics! I tried to make the M look like bacon, but I dunno.
Also, someone called him WayneTrain on the Insider today, so yay. Some badass assonance there. (Shut up, it's a real word)
Besides horror films, "Midnight Meat Train" also makes me think of Journey. I kept humming it a lot during the game. Damn you, Glee!
Anyway, getting to go to that Wild game also got me thinking: attending King games in the womb probably predisposed me to a tragic outlook, but that needs to change. Enough with the gloom and the doom and the emo bun tude, people. Plus, my mom and I got to reminiscing about the Calgary and Vancouver playoff games we attended in '93 (man, we yelled like crazy when we eliminated those suckers) and I realized I had witnessed some pretty magnificent Kings moments, so I won't stop believin'. And if I'm going to have an anthem, it'd better be cheesetastic.