I want to talk about many-to-one design, how parts of all of us are inside each one of us. The holographic nature of humanity. But before we talk about many-to-one design we need to know what design means, and before we do that, we need to know what "mean" means. All right, that’s enough, I'm getting to the introduction. Why do you have to be such a baby? Everybody, I’d like to introduce you to my magic cubby. There, you happy? Cubby’s such a t**** asshole. Bleep out the swear words, not the meaning words! All right, the next shot. What do you mean, he’s not ready? I’m totally not ready. (muffled) All right, I’m ready! No, you were totally not ready. (muffled) Ok, I promise I’m ready. Ok, back to the matter at hand. I received a comment from Michelle, she writes: “Dear Ze, I was hopping you could make a song for me” Ah, I remember when I was young and full of hop! She continues: “Today my friend asked out the guy I like for me. He said no, that he doesn’t want to go out with anyone, and that it’s not me, it’s him.” Ooh, one of those, I’m sorry. “I want a song that'll give me hope, to tell me that I can still be friends with him, and that I don’t have to be scared every time I see him and he talks to me. Thanks. Exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark. Michelle.” Michelle, I’m going to address your friend on this one, since you seem to use her for all your important communications. Dear Michelle’s friend, stop asking out people on Michelle’s behalf. She is perfectly brave, worthwhile, and capable of doing it herself; she just needs a little support. Next time she asks you to, ask her if she’d also like you to wipe her butt for her, and then give her a hug and send her on her way. Having somebody ask somebody out for you is like Alicia Silverstone chewing her baby’s food for it. It might be easier to swallow but all the flavour will be gone, and it’ll be covered in spit, And you want the flavour. But yes, I will make a song for you, not me, about it’s me, not you, but I need a little help. Here’s what we all need to do: I created a scratch-track and converted it into short clips, you can download those clips at ashow.zefrank.com. Once you’ve downloaded one of the clips, record yourself singing along to it with headphones on so all I hear is your voice. When I get enough clips I’ll record the final version of the song. You said that it’s you, not me: an understatement if I ever heard one. You said that it’s you, not me, but the "me" in me still thinks that it’s me. The "you" in you is so wrapped up in you can’t see the "you" and "me" I see. You’re damn fuckin right, it’s... When you’re done go to the "Missions" section of ashow.zefrank.com and look for "Michelle’s Song"; you can upload it there. There’s still so much left to do, we haven’t talked about the news or the Gabbles or the stamps or the Mu-Ze-um... Kisses.