Stage 1 in the inevitable, repetitive and unchanging Modo self-rehabilitation routine: post the kind of stunningly pointless crap that you'll ignore once you're back being the wum you are; this one is really desperate;
Stage 2: agree with everyone until the season proper starts and all the usual crap begiins;
Stage 3: Suck up to Brendan like a paedo pampers a pope.
It's going really well. Amazingly, the same people who'll want to kick you into the stratosphere come November are actually buying it. Well done! Someone play the Mighty Mouse theme, see if he bites.