Mr. Guy is a benign despot, who claims that a blog needs a manifesto.
In satisfaction of this requirement I submit the following:
To paraphrase the AM version of Thrift Tape #1 (Wow Booty Shake vol. 2), if you are offended by words like beets, shopping, beverages, Hawaii, signage, typewriters, hometown maki, 78's, otters, mid-century architecture, celebrity dreams, sleuthing, sock monkeys and their admirers...
The tape out