If you're tired of my shameless shilling for the show (or for that matter my always adroit alliterations), please stop by The Scene where Nate will be characteristically wearing his heart on his sleeve and reflecting on his many years playing with his partner Keith. Bring a tissue, kids. It's about to get a little dusty in here.

As for me, I was born without an emotion chip like Data, so I'll continue to push forward with the whoring. While Nate views Scamper's Last Waltz as the emotion-charged culmination of a decade plus-long journey, I just want your ten bucks. So get your tickets early, kids. You don't want to be shut out of this shit.

Four more days until no more Scamper.