Truesday: More Like Wed...rueden...ruesday

*The views expressed in Truesday are those of the author and do not represent Austinist as a whole. Thank heavens.* -The Editors

Tomorrow. Not today. Tomorrow. Since I obviously have no grasp on the creative senses of the five people who accidentally read this column every week (just a shitload of party notifications and other non-creative tripe hit the ol’ electronic mailbox), I have no flags to report beyond my own. Oh, but I’ll report my doodles as promised/threatened. Because I’m a real patriot like that.

The Real.

Plus, as pointed out in last week’s comments, our current flag (obviously I’m not big on shit like “research”) is so shitty it makes me want to move to someplace named with a “New” prefix. Like New Haven, New Wilshire, or New Herpes. So if no one else is stepping up to the task, then fuck it: I’m all in.

In the meantime, check out Yippy, some Mongol Horde history, or Baby Cakes’ take on King Lear.

If you can’t muster the effort, then you’ve no culture to weep upon the realized loss of.

Tomorrow. Flags.