Tamara and I biked out to walmart yesterday and got our sweatsuits, in preparation for the revolution. At only $14 a pop, it was a pretty sweet deal. Thank you Walmart.

There was a bit of controversy in the change room, trying to decide what size of sweatpant would be appropriate for a boy of my age, and size. Clearly, the boys large size were designed with my numbers in mind, but I couldn't stop trying on the mediums. Yes, they are a little tight. Yes, there are moments when you may think you can see something that you may not want to. Yes, my ass is way too small, and looks hilarious when hugged by grey cotton jersey. But a decision was made: Smaller is better!

With my new uniform, I'm ready for my attempt at revolution. The G.S.S.R. is a challenging ethos, but I'll give it my best. I'm going to start by proposing the sweatsuit as my work outfit. I'm not sure what Chris will think, but I think that the ol' art store could use a little sweat.

Also: it would seem that Luke, aka OptimusMontreal received my revolution package. I was disappointed to find that he was less than thrilled at the idea of the whole thing. As a matter of fact, his response was downright heartless. With such reckless, and sharp sloganeering, someone could lose an eye.

And so, a challenge was made: A slogan duel has been set, and we will soon see who will be the most persuasive.

I will see you on the battlefield, friend.
Bring your sweats. The revolution will be leisurely!