It is begun.

I finally started filming the music video for There's a Floppy Disc on the Floor (a song you haven't even heard yet). 

Technically, I haven't even finished recording the song.  But c'mon, what is 'finished' anyway?  Just a bunch of letters that a foreigner wouldn't understand.  Just like, "fibbly doo," or, "War on Terror."

My mom's in this one too, and better than ever.  Wow... she's been in Falcor AND Everyday the Wii is Gone.  She's a soldier.  She should have a bullet-sash.  Or maybe a bullet-messenger bag.  And it should be filled with millions of dollars.  Then I'd smoothly empty its contents into my bank account.  THEN, I would invest it - in online poker.  Or I would give it to the Joker, so he could burn it in a warehouse.  Either way, it would soon be gone.

Where am I?