I hate bicyclists a little more every day.

I have a cold. Happy October.

I am staying home in bed and watching baseball.

It is autumn and chillier now and I am happy about that.

Mogwai has this new b-side called "Stupid Prick Gets Chased By The Police and Loses His Slut Girlfriend", which is just one more amazing song title for them.

I love a good apocalypse scare as much as the next guy, but:

Supercolliders do not cause black holes. Sorry.

There was this huge storm and our power was out for two days but now it's back.

Spent $100 that I didn't have fixing my amp today.

Went to 63rd street beach. Super neato.

Got a haircut. Very short.

Ate a buffalo sausage. Awesome.

Had a good show tonight, drank a lot of free beer.

Need a new job. Maybe two.

The end.

Obama should pick Emmylou Harris as his running mate.

A cougar was shot four blocks from my house yesterday.

What the fuck?

Two of my pedals started fucking up. Then my amp. Then my computer crapped (I'm pretty sure it's the motherboard, not the hard drive, since the Windows restore disk won't even load). Then my iPod went kapoot (and I can't restore it since my computer's down). MY TECHNOLOGY IS DYING.

Barnes&Noble eats it.

This isn't like working at a book store at all. It's like the Gap, but without jeans.

"We need to put the 'sell' back in 'bookseller'." Actual quote.

(I'd prefer "'cell' back in 'book cellar'" myself.)

I'd like to get paid to lift heavy stuff and not talk to anybody. I think I'd be decent at that.

My mom just requested to be my friend on facebook.

I hereby quit the intarweb forever.

I can't make an omelet for shit. Somebody teach me.