Dairy of a Madman

Yes, way too busy to think about posting, much less to do it. So, sans clever wit and flowery speech, a quick update for those that care:

1.) Muckfuppet progresses. Well, in fact.

2.) Played a hell of a show Saturday, according to those in attendance (I even heard two people say that it was the best we’ve ever played. If only those two had been hot and single. And interested.) I barely remember it through a flu-medication induced haze.

3.) Sometime within twelve hours later, my car was broken into again. By again, I mean for the eighth time in ten years. No more replacing the car stereo for me. I’m getting a shitty FM receiver and a hearty fuck you to crackheads. (The saddest part is that the fuckers were so desperate for whatever that they literally cleaned out my truck — tools, maglite, registration paper, insurance card, spare pennies, and even the owner’s manual. And a binder full of irreplaceable mix CDs that have served as an audio journal for me over the past ten years.)

And for your deep thought of the day:

Fear is not at the heart of love, no matter what anyone tells you. In fact, the two shouldn’t even be considered in the same breath.