It's like that book you read when you were a kid. You know, the one with Grover in it. I think it was called, "The Monster at the End of This Book." Remember it? With every page you keep thinking, "I know it's just going to be Grover at the end, but it might be Cookie Monster or Harry Monster or even Telly! Oh, do I hope it's Telly!" Well, guess what? It's just stupid Grover! With every page they dupe you into reading on and on. That's kinda what this is going to be like. By the end you'll think to yourself, "That son of a gun! He sucked me in!" That's kinda what I hope happens in this collection of essays, blogs and letters.