Remember a few weeks ago, when I was all, "Hey, you! Buy me a Game of Thrones T-shirt!", and then you guys were all, "Wha? Huh? We're too busy getting drunk at three in the afternoon and reading Blogtown for free to be bothered to let you know how much we appreciate all the blood, sweat, and tears you pour into this paper, Erik! Also, we're drunk! And sleepy! ZZZZZZZZ."

Well, I remember, because it was depressing, because that's when I realized how little you care about me. BUT THEN.

Yesterday I got a package in the mail, and guess what was inside? A badass Game of Thrones T-shirt with a badass kraken on it, that's what! House Greyjoy represent, motherfuckers! Size medium, motherfuckers!

Who was this magnificent shirt from? I'm not gonna say, 'cause I don't know if he wants his name out there, on record, as being the awesome person who's responsible for giving me such an incredibly nerdy kingly gift. But I will say this: C. T., you are my favorite Blogtown reader, and you always, always will be. (And hey, rest of Blogtown? You can learn a thing or two from C.T. here! Most of those things are related to buying me things when I inexplicably, angrily demand them.)

Thanks C.T.!