While Mayor Mike is commending New Yorkers on a job well done during the blackout, LasagnaFarm would like to commend itself for still posting under such duress. The mini interview, unlike the subway, cannot be stopped. It yammers on like your uncle Karl after one too many and won't stop until aunt Janey pours him into the baby-shit-brown Olds and takes his caterwauling ass back to the split-level. While 1010 WINS and NPR were referring to themselves as "essential personel," The Farm gave the people what they want: good clean self-referential, Mobius strip talk that is both humorous and run on a generator's power. Think of The Farm the next time you refer to yourself by your own name, and remember, we make good party guests so invite us to your next get-together.