that it's Mr. Amadeus-Illness in charge, and that those wispy remnants of some 'Norman - 1, 2, 3, n' et al - have been crowded into the Quarantine cell-block, within the labyrinth of this Brave New psyche-du-jour:

All you need is the Cape, Crusader.











Certainly, You Can Fly! ..in C# Minor
(Before 11/2, I'd bet.)

No Guts / No Glory
I'll be watching the Darwin Awards for a full report.
Hell.. you might even get an Ignobel