(Evan sits to type at the den computer, as there is apparently a stinkbug infestation in his room...not caused by any slovenly habits - though no doubt Evan has some. As he sits down to the computer, wondering how to advertise for more singers, in walks Werner Herzog.)

Werner Herzog: You waste your time with this blogging of yours. Blogs exist to dull the mind with the ephemeral and incomplete thoughts of the lazy and the kitsch. If you want to make real statements, you must get off this computer and announce yourself to the world.

Evan: You really do talk like this. Don't you?

Herzog: I can get away with it. I'm a great artist, you're just an old child who would like to affect at being one.

Evan: Y'know it must be easy to be a great artist when you're so clearly on the autism spectrum.

Herzog: Anyone can be a great artist so long as they turn their back on the world. Humanity is overrated, empathy irrelevant. What matters is to view the human condition with a merciless eye, and to supersede it.

Evan: So do you talk this way to your backers?

Herzog: Yes, and they're always willing to provide the money. Because they're tired of people like you who think so infinitesimal. You just want to entice flighty singers for complaints choirs and songs about cities. But the ocean of poetic memory exists beneath such trivialities. People don't want to be enticed into working for you, they want to be conquered. They want to be shown the way into the elusive truths of our existence, and one never attains such truths through seduction.

Evan: Don't worry, I haven't been successful at that for a while.

Herzog: Is that levity? I am vaguely familiar with this concept.

Evan: I am too so I'm told.

Herzog: You must not give into the siren song of humor. It is relief from the truths of our existence and the enemy of the artistic ethos.

Evan: Can you ever turn this off?

Herzog: You have promise, but you are ultimately weak and powerless against the forces that make you wish to enjoy life.

Evan: What's wrong with enjoying life?

Herzog: It is the enemy of dissatisfaction.

Evan: I think I've had enough dissatisfaction for one lifetime.

Herzog: You think that now, but the day is coming when you will choose between the two paths. You can opt for a life you believe will satisfy you, in which you accept mediocrity and ersatz love and comfort. Or you will go into the wild, and strive towards ecstatic truths greater than the smallness of the commonplace can hold. And either way, I will be vindicated.

(Herzog laughs malevolently and fades into the ether. Three seconds later, in walks Richard Wagner in in his pimp costume.)

Wagner: Mothafucka! Did I miss Herzog again?