Fly Me To The Mooooooon

With thanks to one of the more gentle souls among us, Stavros, who has so kindly, nay, selflessly donated his services in the interest of a safer, happier blogging experience for all. Fashioning with his own two hands (I think he has hands) a veritable plethora of badges from which to choose, of which I show but a few special favorites.

Ah'm here to kick ass and chew gum ... and Ah'm all outta gum.

I got yer code of conduct right here. No, really.

Snarky blogging permit. Step the fuck back.

Yes? Question? No, we Stavrosites (get it, har har) do not believe Stavros is duplicating previous efforts. See his remarks in the Book of EmptyBottle, chapter of April 11,

A lovely little badge has even been made for our use, to show what good blogistani citizens we are.

To which I fell compelled to say, in the nicest possible way, mark me, without trying to be mean, or scare anyone, or utter anything that could be construed as death threats: why don't you take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut? Why don't you take a flying fuck at the mooooooooooooon?

Amen.