It must be said: Dumbasses.

Due to ongoing illness and our christmas giveaway season at work (you can enter to win stuff we’re giving away here), posting is going to be very limited until about Christmas. Apologies all around.

So I’ve been having major computer issues…I won’t go into it at length, but things seem to be reasonably up and running at the moment, hopefully for good. I’m also battling a real nasty head cold on top of it. Suffice to say, this has been a long few days. Trip post to come when ...

The Good News: I am, in fact, alive. The Bad News: I am in Connecticut, having a Thanksgiving/Christmas Fiasco with my mom’s side of the family. Good News: Mark is here with me, helping me survive and not kill my relatives. Bad News: My mom seems to have made her annual holiday transformation into Martha ...

Driving around the last few days, I realized that there is one thing about Los Angeles that I don’t think I’ll ever get used to: Christmas lights on palm trees. It just…ain’t right.

This week’s nomination for the “I Can’t Believe I Haven’t Been Hit By A Bus Yet” award is a pretty good one. So Friday night, I was very, very tired. I had been at work since 8:30 stuffing 5,000 care packages for the USO. A rewarding task, but flat-out exhausting. I managed to get out ...

Here’s a quick example of the kind of week I’ve been having: I was apparently looking tired and pained this morning at work, so Robert, our prop guy, gave me a great great big bear hug…which ended up rearranging my vertebrae. My back ended up hurting like hell for a nice big chunk of the ...

Really, is 8:45 on a Sunday morning the best time to loudly and lengthily discuss the future of your band in the echoey atrium (hole in the middle) of my building? Fuckers…

Anyone who speaks to me should probably ignore anything I say between now and Thanksgiving. I have about two functioning brain cells left, bouncing off each other like a demented game of Pong. And that’s when my back isn’t hurting a lot, demanding beer to kill the pain. Then, the brain cells weave around and ...

Adam Williams sent me this link, and so far as I know, there’s no explanation beyond this, at the top of the page: Northwestern University Bobb Hall. Some guys hoisted a lifeguard tower onto the roof. God bless the drunken morons at my alma mater.