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Sorry I've been radio silent for the last week or so. We did a little U.K. Concert, and then I had a major surgery on Wednesday, and I'm still drugged up. I'll tell you about that in a second, but first let me tell you about the free stuff coming up this month to you fine patrons! • "Escape The Cage", a never released board game that you can download and print yourself! It'll take me a week or two to get it all together, but this thing is a blast! You have a deck of cards that becomes a random dungeon, where you battle automaton guards, and other players, while trying to escape The Change Cage. • new song pre-release. This is a song from our next album and a fun track, called Beaten, Battered and Abused. • next chapter of the Airship Pirate Chronicles • Downloadable Poster Art! You can print this, or have it printed online. So, yes, more is coming! I just need a few days to heal. Oh, and here is the write up for for what happened my surgery day. It was pretty hysterical, so enjoy! "Tragic News For The Steampunk Community I did not die during surgery. And, therefore, the community will not band together to make me the most ridiculous and outrageous steampunk tombstone the world has ever seen, that will become a steampunk Mecca for years to come, with steampunks around the world will making pilgrimages to leave tiny airships and gears on it. Maybe next year. No, for now, I am alive and kicking…at least with one leg. So let me tell you the zany story of my surgery. This story, by the way, is completely true. I’m not even exaggerating any points, even though it will seem like it often. Yesterday was BIZARRE. So, first I show up as instructed: No belt or suspenders. No hair gel or spray, just combed down straight like Moe from the three stooges. No contacts, glasses. Baggy clothes, and of course, a cane. In fact, it seems every order the doctor gives you is designed to make you look like on old man. Bent over on a cane, big glasses, baggy clothes, old man hair, and suspenders. Maybe thats why old guys look like that: too many years listening to their doctors. I seemed to be developing a passionate need for a visor. Okay, then I had to shower twice, and each time completely wipe myself down with these giant wet wipes. If that's not sexy enough, there was EXPLICIT directions: don't not wipe PENIS or VAGINA. Wipe face before BUTTHOLE. (I think I could have been trusted to figure that last one out.) I get to the hospital, and the doc meets with me, and tells me, “I don’t think this is going to help much." He's frowning. "This surgery is supposed to increase your range of motion a touch, but it won’t do anything for the pain.” He stares silently. “Okay then fuck it. Kristina, lets go get dim sum, instead.” Nobody laughed. Then the doctor disappears, and nurses appear, and tell me how excited they are to be working on someone famous. They are saying this, with me looking like Moe from the three stooges, with my BARE ASS sticking out from behind a blue floral hospital gown. Pride goeth before the surgery. And it goeth completely. Now, the next thing that happened is probably the FUNNIEST AND MOST SURREAL THING THATS EVERY HAPPENED TO ME. As they are rolling me into the operating room, I hear music. We round the corner, and the o.r. doors swing open to an insane scene: Abney Park music is blaring, and all the staff, nurses, and Anesthesiologist, and surgeon, and assists are all dancing their asses off to “Throw Them Overboard”!!! I just burst out laughing, and didn’t stop till they put me under. "please, god, let me not forget this." (and apparently this wasn't a drug induced hallucination, as they told Kristina about it too.) Now for the miracle. I woke up to the smiling face of my normally stoic and pessimistic surgeon. He was practically bubbling. ��“I have only seen this once in the last ten years!” It seems he went in to sand my roughed up bones which he didn’t think would help much. While he was in there he found all this…junk! Hundreds of chunks of cartilage just floating around, causing the pain. (picture in the comments). These chunks didn’t show up on the X-ray, the ultrasound, or the MRI, but they were what was causing the pain! That's why all the other doctors didn’t see it, and just thought I was a pain pill junky. So he cleaned it all out, and sent me home. I’m now in zero pain, and expect to recover to a better place then I’ve been in 5 years! Back to rocking out, and travel, and hiking and adventure! ��I’ve never felt better...and I had a 3 hour surgery yesterday! ��In fact, I’m currently in the back yard, steampunking my crutches. Nothing will stop this steampunk. NOTHING!"