Welp, maybe the world is coming to an end soon as the race for Artificial General Intelligence nears its final lap and machines prepare to enslave/exterminate humanity once and for all… but at least I’ve got the Bathory grail that I’ve been hunting for 9+ years. It's a bittersweet feeling, in a way, because it's the end of a journey... I feel like I don't need really need to hunt after old band tees anymore. Quite surreal to want something so badly, then to finally have it in your hands - it's only cotton with printed graphics, after all... or is it something more, is there some magic infused into the ink, some voodoo emanating from the fibers that has enchanted my thoughts like the siren's call to Odysseus. Perhaps I'll never truly know.