At one point Metallica was considered metal royalty. Records like “Ride the Lightning” and “…And Justice for All” are jewels in the crown of metaldom—the apex of what’s possible when you take two guitars, a bass and a drum set and play them all really, really fast.

Kings of Excess in the ‘80s, the band was once dubbed “Alcoholica” for its legendary levels of imbibing and backstage excess. Lately, however, they’re more known as grumpy old men with a penchant for issuing lawsuits than a gang Southern Comfort-soaked unhinged metalheads.

Metallica famously led the charge against the digital-sharing movement that led to the collapse of Napster (which ironically only served to prove that the Internet was the music marketplace of the future). While the band had every right to protect its music from illegal downloads, the lawsuit did irrevocable damage to the band’s image long-term. It’s a move that has haunted them ever since—and this week, the legal papers were flying once more.

It was announced last week that a Canadian Metallica cover band by the name of “Sandman” received a 41-page cease-and-desist order from the group’s lawyers. The order cited the unapproved use of the band’s name and stylized logo likeness.

This is probably the most un-metal thing you can do.

Metallica claims they were unaware of any sort of legal correspondence, and to their part, have encouraged the band to continue playing their songs. They even commented on the overzealous actions of their lawyer, saying that the attorney “can be found at SFO catching a flight to go permanently ice fishing in Alaska.”

A solid move for a band that’s been a bit trigger-happy with the legal briefs in recent memory, but it’ll take more than righting a wrong for the band to regain the massive respect they earned in the past.

The world really is a curious, wonderful place. The Powerball lottery is over a billion dollars, Donald Trump has a legitimate shot to become the next President, and Sean Penn somehow found a way to interview the most wanted—and most dangerous—drug kingpin on the planet.

It was announced last week that leader of the notorious Sinaloa Cartel, Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman had been captured by Mexican special forces in a raid. El Chapo, of course, escaped from his maximum security prison a few months ago in a series of events straight out of a Michael Bay blockbuster. There were guards on the take, a massive tunnel leading to a safe house, and a motorcycle on railroad tracks.

What came after the news of his arrest was the fact that Sean Penn had secretly met with El Chapo deep in the jungles of Mexico for an interview in Rolling Stone. In the interview, Guzman admitted his role in international drug trafficking, and boasted of his fleet of “submarines, airplanes, trucks and boats.”

He previously stated that he was just a farmer.

This historically secretive El Chapo’s sudden glibness was the result of a desire to become the subject of a film—a biopic about his narco-exploits. His associates’ contact with Mexican filmmakers and the electronic intelligence gleaned from his communication with Penn led to his downfall.

There was initial speculation as to Penn’s role in Guzman’s recapture, but authorities confirmed that he was an integral piece that led them to the cartel boss.

So El Chapo is back in prison, awaiting potential extradition to the U.S. Will he escape again? It’s certainly a possibility. A certainty, however, is that Sean Penn beefs up security and steers clear of cartel leaders for a while.

Hello everyone, and welcome to 2016! I hope you had a wonderful time ringing in the New Year with friends and family. Hopefully it included all the standard New Year’s Eve fare, namely: snazzy-looking outfits, stuff that blows up, an array of finger foods and copious pours of champagne. That’s the New Year’s Eve way.

One person who certainly didn’t skimp on the bubbly was CNN anchor Don Lemon, who proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk on national television. What began as your typical, quirky New Year’s Eve coverage with anchors and correspondents showing a bit of their softer side quickly deteriorated into an Animal Housian display of drunken decadence.

Prior to the ball drop, Lemon had already chugged beers and consumed crawfish next to a hot tub. With two minutes to midnight he proceeded to tell co-host Kathy Griffin she had a “nice rack.”

“Six pack over” he posted on his own Twitter account.

It got worse (or better?) from there.

Covering the Central Time festivities from New Orleans’ staple Tipitina’s, Lemon proceeded to conduct a series of sloshed interviews with bar-goers.

“You got married? Why on Earth would you ever do that?”

“I tried to explain to people that the last time I was at Tipitina’s, was uh, when I was at college, and I ended up going home with not a lot of clothes on.”

We reached Peak Don Lemon on January 1^st, 2016. Unsurprisingly, social media ate up his inebriated antics. For an anchor that’s often blasted for the sober things he says on air, #DrunkDonLemon may be the best thing that ever happened to his career.

Cheers to you, good sir.

As we roll into 2016 (how has it been another year already?!) Russell and I want to extend our gratitude and well wishes to our clients and our colleagues. You are the backbone of what we do at PR/PR—a client-focused boutique agency. The relationships that we have crafted with each and every one of you over the years are woven into the fabric of our company, and your successes are directly linked to our own.

We wish you nothing but continued that continued success in the New Year. We hope that all of your goals—personal and professional—are reached, and hope that you have a happy and healthy 2016.