Come on out.

So you're sitting there in your angry chair at the office, minding your own magnesium oxide-insulated thermocouples when you realize there's a blank spot on your calendar. The rest of your afternoon looks pretty open and you've got some time to kill before the quarry foreman pulls the tail feathers on the parrot whistle sending you home. You could double-check the status of that Atkomiatic Solenoid Valve order you wrote earlier in the week. Or you could look at the pretty pin-up of the sexy heat trace system recently chosen by some industry pub as Miss March. You know. The one hanging on your wall.

Or you could join the blog party by getting off your ass and talking your trash on this court, Fosty.

So what's the worry? Why the "long-time-never-post" scaredymatt persona? Loch throws his opinions out here. Casey keeps the conversation flowing and Craig, at one point, single-handedly kept this BDS-owned html alive by performing CPR for days. Hell, even JH has jumped into the sing-along to crucify us for thinking Bill Self wasn't a true Jayhawk yet.

But nooooooo. You'd rather snipe from the grassy knoll with your antiquated email. You'd rather keep the conversation in the closet among a select few. Well, it's time to come out of the closet and embrace your true calling.

You're a born heckler, so bring your sharp wit and quick tongue to the party; to the place where all the cool kids gather. Why? 'Cause around here, we all need to hang together or most assuredly we'll hang you out to dry.