…And Suddenly, It's Evening. The Gold Vs Petker Runway Show and Death-Dance Riot

crept up on me like a shadow.

One moment I'm in Iowa working with my comrades Dustin and Brian of Novice Industries; the next, I'm rushing to hair and make-up with my pal Aldo o' the Vento. 

(DISCLAIMER: *Please note that when I sat down to write this entry, I intended to "hot-link" each and every applicable mention.  However, as one whom is technologically-challenged, reason had to over-rule that lofty notion upon realization that if I wanted to actually publish the $%ing blogature before...