Blowing out the candles

So, last Friday was the seventh anniversary of my twenty-ninth birthday. Naturally I spent it at the Cellar.

I did it for the lulz

(WARNING: this is probably the most useless thing I've ever written)

So I know what you're thinking after that last post:

Good night, Andrea

If you haven't heard about it already, feminist extremist Andrea Dworkin is dead. She died a week ago, quietly and peacefully in her sleep. I have to wonder what her dreams were like.

On the road again, again

The last night of the tour was in Albany at a little dive bar called Valentine's. It actually went very well.

On the road again

So here I am, sitting at Greh's house in Detroit. We're supposed to be in Cleveland right now, but it was not to be.

Fighting, loving, and sports

Yeah, okay, I know I suck at updating these things. So, here's some interesting shit from the past couple weeks:

Being normal sucks

Been a while, hasn't it?

I guess I've got a lot to tell you, so I guess I should skip the inane philosophy and just get to the facts. (Hey, whaddaya mean, "thank God"?)

Wrong-headed vs. Evil: live on pay-per-view

I've had a sort of revelation tonight, and I'd like to share it with you. It's not really a revelation per se, more just an insight into how to explain it.


I had a really strange dream just now, and I'd like to write about it. But first, some backstory.