So what’s with the name? I was in college when the Wu-Tang Clan released their second album and went on this ridiculous concert tour with Rage Against the Machine. Like every kid from small-town southern Indiana, I was a huge fan. One day the “Wood-Tang” just appeared on my door at the fraternity house, written in magic marker, and the name stuck. Now that I’m bald and paunchy and have a family, no one really calls me that anymore, but it’s still a perfect online handle. Sorry if you got here expecting news on the RZA and Method Man and found stuff about potty training instead, but I did write an obituary for Ol’ Dirty Bastard, if that helps.