What to do with a tardy Tad...

Hate to play squad cop, friends, but it's come to this.

Mr. Dickens is late. Two days at this point (Friday, 10:19 a.m.).

Inevitable this would happen, I guess, people being flawed as they are. We could let him off with a warning, but I suggest to you that if we let the rule of law slide on this, we one day confront anarchy in our little regulated world. What's next, CDs with TEN, nay, TWELVE songs?

We must hold the line and discipline our brother, and do it because we love him, and because we are a squad of laws.

What to do with a tardy squad member...

Require push-ups? Running laps? Too gym class, perhaps.

Pull his pony tail? Too WWE, it would seem.

Perhaps strap him to his chair, tape his earbuds in and make him listen to some of the high quality promo discs he's stooped to part with lately. Can't understand why he'd want to let go of "Words of Love" by Jil Aigrot or "Prism: The Human Family Songbook" by Beth Nielsen Chapman.

And your ideas?




-- Matt