OK, since we did it last week, it's not really "new." And I'm not likely to be your "papa" unless your mother was a fairly receptive young lass with a low tolerance for alcohol between 1995 and 2005. (If she was, tell her I said, "What's up?")
But, aside from the false advertising of the title, the Battle Red Bag is back for another week of ... whatever it is that we're doing here. I like to think of it as a cross between advice, warnings, and misogyny, sprinkled with some freeze-dried idiocy.
To that end, it's question-time again! So hit me up with your missives, inquiries, paeans, and other email-able brilliance. I'll reply, retort, or otherwise recoil in horror on Thursday. The circle of life continues.
You can reach your 10th favorite BRB author at firstname.lastname@example.org.
(No, seriously ... send emails. I'm nothing without you. You complete me. (Assuming your name is not Kerns.))