Now that I own a home, I realize somewhat regrettably that I’ve never owned sweet RIMS. Some people might say that because of that I am a financial genius.

Oh the lengths humans will go to to feel important. I’m imagining now an Ionesco or Beckett play conisting only of fake phonecall monologs from lonely, attention starved characters. See, there’s not so much that art has to imagine on its own..
Or better yet, what great TV ads these self-aggrandizing monologs would make.

I’ve always had fantasies of fabricating my own weapons of mass destruction, primarily as pre-emptive protection from the ever scarier GOP, but also just for wild apocalyptic kicks. Right now I suppose I’ll have to settle for Vans.
WIth that said, happy fuckin 420 day. Or is every day 420 day?

The entire rock group, Magnapop, was fooled by the exploding maples NPR story while driving through Kansas. At least I figured it out a few days later.
All of this reminds me of something a great leader of ours once said:
“There’s an old saying in Tennessee — I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee […]

Back home now, feeling a cold coming on, sitting in a house full of boxes, without a kitchen or hot water, and mooching wireless from an unsuspecting neighbor.
Rest of the shows were all good, the most notable being St. Louis, where we played the awesome Pageant Theater to a rowdy crowd that liked to rock. […]