New me?

Apparently the new me splits a Lou Malnatti's deep-dish while heckling Barry Bonds pinch-hitting against the Cubs before beaching on the bed.

So much for the vegan-dappling SportsNet-eschewing moi. But do I at least get points for using "eschew"? Or watching a Frida biography before the game?

I might need to do penance or something. Which begs the question - to whom do I confess? Instead of 10 Hail Marys and a few Our Fathers, is it more like 10 pieces of fruit and 3 chapters of Artaud? Or is it like the evil priests who made you be nice to a person for a day, the art equivalent of seeing a really bad show, but acting supportive?

Muses nine, pray for me. That I may return to my artful ways and fit into my pants tomorrow.