I would trade everything to be charming and attractive. Everything.

Who here is in a band with the girl who dumped them? How about two bands? How's that feel?

Yeah, I'm drunk 24/7. I hate life. Hate, hate, hate. Hate. Please bomb my house.

I think it's funny.

Other than that, I really don't have much to report. I'm still not making money, I still have no Stacy, and on top of that, my former employers are appealing my unemployment insurance claim. Why? WHY?!?

Thanks, guys.

Many of you have been rather supportive in my time of trouble.

I don't want any of you to think you work is wasted, but all I want for Christmas is my ex-girlfriend back.

This is juvenile and stupid, but it's true:



Let the fucking pity party commence.

Please, everyone, read this. It is excellent:

Greetings from Idiot America
by Charles P. Pierce

So, I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy. Here's what's been going down:

I got a job. I love it, but I make virtually no money (which should be no surprise). My business card says that I'm an engineer at SoundScriptureStudios, but mainly I work at 305 South:



Today we rewired the PA, which may sound like a boring pain in the ass, but is way more interesting than, say, scraping all the paint off the outside of the building. Tomorrow those high school kids playing the will have four (!!!) monitor mixes, which is more than they deserve or even know what to do with. Clearly, we take pride in our work. It's nice to wake up every morning (not at the butt crack of dawn) and not dread/hate/despise what you're getting ready to do all day. It's nice to not watch the clock all afternoon, just waiting to go home. It's nice to say, "I'm going to work," and mean, "I'm going to go spend the next four hours messing around with EQs and rack unit routing, then eat a home-cooked lunch with a 7 year old wearing a leather jacket."

The only downside of living my dream is that I can't afford to do anything else. What am I going to get people for Christmas? I'm a little old for it to be okay to just make someone a card. I still have a month to figure something out, I guess, but I won't be any richer. I wish it would just be okay to tell everyone not to get me anything, because I'm not going to get them anything, and it's not because I don't love them or appreciate them, it's just that I can't afford it. But some people would still get me stuff, and I'd be an asshole and there'd be nothing I could do about it. Man... Christmas sucks.

So, this is my buddy James' kid:



Man, I wish I had grown up that cool.

The best part about going to a show (as opposed to playing in a show) is that when you get home, you can just go inside and go to bed.

Clearly, I am getting old.

Oooh, I learned how to use sendmail. What an opportunity to be obnoxious.