Being in a rock band is made of fail and gay. I don't even like rock music. What the hell am I doing here?

Back again, one malfunctioning computer power supply later.

I swear, I have gremlins.

Back to wasting time and watching idly while any possibility of a "better" life passes me by.

I want out.

More blunt things, less sharp things.

Chop chop chop, smash smash smash.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html?hpid=artslot

Today I learned that we have a bee shortage, and that's the most frightening thing I've ever heard.

http://www.jpl.nasa.gov/news/news.cfm?release=2007-034

http://www.karnatik.com/shrutibox.shtml

It's sad that all these wonderful things have people to get in their way.

I'll find a way.

...the bartender's name was Jesse, and he looked like Steve Albini; he had both a noise band and a string band.

The noise band was named "Whale ...", but I can't remember the second word.

Wine sneaks up on you.