No cheesecake? 
Write it. So far, the [n] days of Elsewhere seems open-ended. 
My Line crossed the Burning Sands.
Your ‘line in the sand’ seems ephemeral.
On the eleventh day of Elsewhere
My true love gave to me
Eleven unicorn cheesecakes
Ten years a-banning
Nine vapers vaping
Eight flags a-flagging
Seven trolls a-creepin’
Six orange owls
Fiiiiive Golden Rumchata!
Four games of Badass
Three lima beans
Two posters dumped
And a pineapple upside-down cake.
I will mark this day by working…yay?
A fact upon which I have always relied.
Just like “the kindness of strangers,” huh?
Ah. If only.
St. Elsewhere’s Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
– John Keats
So, as we teeter on the brink of our first anniversary, we seem to have agreed by default that there shall be eleven days of St. Elsewhere. I find this appropriate for the following reasons:
1 ) We should all strive every day to make this a place that, in its general excellence, goes to eleven.
2 ) Cutting-edge physics tells us that eleven dimensions make up the universe we inhabit.
To paraphrase:
“So far no experimental evidence exists showing that M-theory Elsewhere is a description of the real world.”
As a science-friendly, progressive, and elegant site, this should be our unifying principle.
3 ) “Elsewhere’s Eleven” is a cool name for a holiday.
Thoughts?
I think you’ve nailed it, perfectly!
Sounds more like a heist movie.
I’m looking forward to the all-female reboot: Elsewhere’s Eight.
You saw what I did there.