The great leveler leveled another. Can't properly toast at work -- empty flask -- but I can crank some power chords through the PA & not have that be the last straw for the Sword of Austerity 'cause the wielder will have been made stone deaf forever.
Don't know what's harder, pouring the creative juices in the crucible & burning out words of substance, or gluing a litany of half-assed allusions & inside jokery into vaguely comic theatre? The only way to properly study this is to nab a government grant.
But seriously, swear I'll use the loot to make The Enemy® sing the blues.