Stuff Exploding Everywhere In the Sky

First off Happy Independence Day. Remember to light a sparkler in remembrance of our Founding Fathers who repelled the British and their hordes of zombie warriors and mind-controlled T-Rexes with lasers for eyes. Okay, so they didn't have either of those things, but history's written by the winners, right? And I, dear readers, am a winner.

Secondly, check the timestamp on this post. Yeah. It's late. Why am I up so late, you ask? Well, if you must know, it's all for you, baby. I'm printing up stuff for the über-rad mixtapes I'm sending out to the following people:
Allen*
Ben*
Brooke
Caitlin
Candace (she would have gotten one anyway)
Chanel
Christina*
Jenny*
Jesse*
Patti*
Rose*
If your name's asterisked ("*") that means I need you to e-mail your address to hello@dylantodd.com. I either have it and can't be bothered to look it up or I had it and lost it or I just don't have it. In any case, I need it if you want your mixtape. I am holding it hostage. And trust me, you want this one.

I'm not going to spill too much on the mixtapes, but I will let this slip: it's titled Songs For A Golden Summer. It may also be a double-disc set, but that's all I'm saying.

So, anyway, have a great Fourth. Don't lose any limbs. Keep it safe and sane and watch out for Redcoats! King George is a pansy!