I usually just call you all "my kids," which leads to adorable misunderstandings whenever one of you happens to accomplish something worth writing about and somebody else believes that it was done by one of my actual, nonexistent children.
But yes, there needs to be an active website attached to this thing before too long. No, I'm not going to be the one to do that this time. I've got other things going on, and I'm not Parish enough to maintain something else on the side. Maybe if I suffer some kind of incredible personal tragedy that drives me to live alone in the woods again for a few years. Which happens with enough regularity that it should not be taken as an invitation for Kazz or whoever to fly out here and kill my girlfriend. Seriously, don't fucking do that.
And I'm fine with Wurst, if only because it implies that you don't do much besides a lot of shoving of meat into intestines. Fags.