Diane Keys heard I was going through some tough times (It made the Elgin Gazetteer) and so she sent me this piece of toast which she said has helped her through some recent traumas. If you hit your zoom and enhance button you'll plainly see the dim outline of a head. Or the plain outline of a dim head. Anyway, Diane and a few impartial members of her family have identified the head as...well, you know. me. What can I say? Any way you slice it I'm toast. (Please sing that line for maximum effect). Luckily, she remembered to stamp her return address on it so I can return it. Apparently, and again this is courtesy of the Elgin Gazatteer, Diane has quite a collection of Dave-centric talismans including: a deep dish pizza, a Polish Hotdog, no onions, and a Flaming Saganaki, all emblazoned with the by-now iconic visage of he who cannot be blamed. I mean, really, when you think about it, it's a lot more likely these are images of Louis CK who, with James Franco, controls 98% of our media. I only control 2% and those two keep me busy, hopping from demographic to demographic like a flea on a griddle with my picture in olive oil on it. Thank you, Diane. I should be done with this is about a week. If not, I may need that Flaming Saganaki.