olfactory excrement.

Dear dad,

I get it that its your birthday and you call the shots today, just please do not make me watch the HBO Rock n Roll hall of fame special again. Five times is more than enough, and no, Jeff beck's rendition of A Day in A Life is not as epic as you think it is. It gives me severe odgeda (however you spell that word), and it's kind of muzak-esque.

Regards,
Your daughter.

I am giving up on Billy Corgan.

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20326237,00.html

I hate to sound like one of those annoying, nostalgia-driven, crotchety turds... but I miss the days of Quiet, Mayonaise and Rhinoceros. Yes, I realize that art cannot be stagnant, and artists must evolve to survive... but my god, why this ?!

Lets redeem this and end on a completely awesome note with a perfect example of evolution done right! :

microwaved raviolis and english breakfast tea

I wish I was drinking

this awesome stuff. It tastes like camp-firery goodness only paralelled by vintage Kinks beats. Speaking of that, I wish Ray and Dave Davies would quit hating eachother long enough to tour. I have a sick obsession with Waterloo Sunset, no matter how cheesy everyone insists it is.

I am obsessed with these awkward looking fish. Their headgrowths are fabulous: