HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANIMAL SHOW!

"Happy Birthday!" exclaims Uncle Fumerous, The Animal Show's kindly and wizened benefactor.

Today, dear readers, the Animal Show is turning one year old*. That’s right, it’s been a full year* of bloggingy goodness, coming atcha through an unbelievably complicated series of internet tubes I couldn’t really explain to you even if you wanted me to. Can you believe it? Noone expected this thing to last a year*. I mean, if you had asked even our most faithful ex-reader, the Purple Lover (and I say ex-reader not because he’s since stopped reading, but because he died in a tragic tax-evasion shootout), he would have replied that this thing would last 3 months*, tops. He was wrong. Wrong times four. And I’ve got a number of sexy new changes to implement in a fit of celebratory implementation!

So, drumroll please….THE ANIMAL SHOW HAS A STAFF! That’s right, the size of this Animal has quadrupled (EDIT: QUINTUPLED!). 4 new writers! Wowzers, right? So, without further ado, let me introduce you to them. George, Dave, Drew, and Doug, these are our readers. Readers, these handsome fellers are Doug, Drew, Dave, and George. They’ll be writing about music, and stuff.

In further celebration, I’m gonna give you two of my favorite celebratory jams. Enjoy, and send your well wishes to Frosted Miniguns, Uncle Fumerous, and all of us in the burgeoning Animal Show family.

The Wrath of Marcie – The Go! Team

Do You Know (The Ping Pong Song) – Enrique Iglesias

Here’s to many happy returns for the Show. Let’s see what our new flotilla of writing power can do on the proverbial dry land of the internet.

*all time measured in blog years, where 1 month of the Augustan Calendar = 1 blog year.