The band Anthrax was quoted today as saying, ”Yeah, I guess our band name isn’t so cool right now.” Duh! The band
Poison was unavailable for comment.


Back in a plane making my weakly weekly update. On vacation all next week. Getting renovations finished up. Once things are semi-back
to normal, party at my house! My roommate and I earlier this week discussed my inability to follow through with fixing holes in the
wall. I am not sure why I dread doing sheet rock repair. I think it might have to do with the little accident I had in 1996 when my pipes
froze and broke, destroying the ceiling in two rooms. That sucked. I have a video I made while I was in a crazed state. Look for a link
to that shortly. Not much funny I can say about sheet rock, except maybe I don’t understand why they call it that. Where is the rock?
It’s made out of chalk or something as far as I can tell. It’s kind of creepy that this flimsy stuff is all that separates me from weirdos
in the next room. It’s been a few weeks since I was jarred from sleep by the sounds of love coming from the next room. One night
this really vocal couple in the room next to me got so into it that they were banging their bed against the wall. I tried to syncopate
by tapping an additional backbeat to their rhythm. After I heard a muffled, ”what the hell is that?’ on the other side of the sheet rock,
their boot knocking subsided and I was able to sleep again.


More later. Crick in neck is affecting my ability to be funny. Bleah.