(Meh.. Absolutely ravenous, these busybody "Rowdogs"..)

@EdwardPonton, OSAZ, and LAX --

ATTENTION: CALLING A-L-L "ROWDOGS"..

..I have now devised an exercise regime that is not only certain to reinvigorate and re-motivate you slumbering Rowdogs, but one that's sure to resuscitate your fave's now obvious "hospice housed," near-terminally-ill career. It requires of you NO joint/ligament trauma, nor 'arm-pit-sweat-stain' rigor. It ALSO has the added benefit of release of the "wonderful feeling" β-Endorphin, AND also, not surprisingly, will instantly bestow the canine "dignity", and'll be sure to put the "threat-of-teeth" back into the "Rowdog's bark":

1.) Find your nearest 'brick-n-mortar' retailer. One preferably located in any urban, greater-London local, but, considering that pathetic less-than 200k now realized, any said walk-in retail establishment will suffice; be it in the "developed world", or one withing the boarders of any bullet-riddled sub-Sahara African War-lord's fiefdom.

2.) Reach for, in a dramatic, bold and decisive manner, your credit card, or any means of 'tender' that ads to your country's Gross Domestic Product (farm animals, or any such livestock, or even "trade-by-barter" will suffice).

3.) Throw the aforementioned "means of tender" on the counter, and then BOLDLY announce "I'm a Rowdog, ya'll bastards had better recognize, I'm here to support the head bitch!!"

4.) Then, in an even "LOUDer" "Rihanna-like on-stage shrill", you DEMAND to be shown the "Here I am" CD rack location. Be sure to the 'tap your fingers and stomp your feet' with great anticipation, to further announce to the world your allegiance to that head bitch.

5.) You THEN demand to speak to that retail establishment's manager/owner. You then voice your concerns and trepidations as to why "Here I am" isn't prominently located in his establishment. Be sure to give him a PROPER tongue-lashing, as you ONLY do it for HIS benefit - not yours! Be sure to remind him of this.

6.) You then grab, with ALL the "victor: capitalism, class-warfare peasant-disdain" your grip will allow, your 20-copies of "Here I am", which you THEN demand, the now fully-traumatized cashier, place on separate receipts.

7.) You carefully then plan your exit from said retail 'brick-n-mortar' establishment. You carefully measure your steps to the door, and those which'll then place you out view. You then, upon dramatic, exit, while counting your steps careful NOT to 'break stride', throw up your "deuces". You then slowly 'roll down' the 'index finger' leaving the 'middle finger' prominently displaying your contempt the 'unwashed peasant hordes' you've left in your gawking wake.

And finally, you're then certain, with you exercising your "rights of passage: demanding, demeaning, discriminating consumer", that A-L-L is now 'Right With The World', as your 'head bitch' is surely pleased: the dignity of her "Rowdogs" now properly restocked; as the haters will now know there will be repercussions for their insolence..!!

As you were, 'Rowdogs' (in your "REM-heavy", snoring slumber).

X,Y,"and Z" - "Jedi Mind Trickery at its finest"