Sometimes, I get so wrapped up in the daily travails of work, family, and school, I lose sight of what’s really important in this world.

In a search for an escape from the daily grind, I abandoned hours previously dedicated to a high-minded quest for truth in favor of something less taxing on the brain, like non-stop 24-hour Project Runway marathons on Bravo.

Every time a unicorn blows a load, an angel gets its wings.

In the interim, nearly a month went by without a single update to hategun.

Like you, I barely noticed.

So … what stirred me from my Heidi Klum-induced stupor? What primal scream bellowing from the blackened, twisted soul of the American pop culture psyche called me back to the blogosphere?

It was something powerful. Something awe-inspiring. Something true. Something that caused my soul to take flight like a snow-white dove soaring heavenward on an angel’s jetwash.

It was … Guys In Unitards Singing About Unicorns.