New paint, new name, new address
Actually, I don't really care what you think. I threw this together on my lunch hour at work. Give me a break.
The new title is actually an homage to the bar on the west side, the Village Idiot, that resulted in many a good puke at 4am on a Sunday. Sadly, the place closed in 2004 and I have not had a $5 pitcher of cheap beer since. My liver thanks me. The new title is also self-deprecating. Deal with it.