Spike Lee is doing a film with Keanu Reeves. I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

Okay, maybe one update, but just some lyrics:

"Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dreams
But all of that is changed now
The truth begins again
The truth is not that comfortable, no"

No updates for today, my head hurts too much.

I bought some black and white stripped toe socks today. I wonder if I'll ever grow up. I hope not.

This is one of the few times I wish I drove. Laibach is playing in LA and I have no way to get there without paying a lot for a flight or spending an ungodly chunk of time on a bus.

Ug. I can't get my sound card installed and I'm bored as fuck. All my stored music and even Knights of the Old Republic are laying dormant.

Kim Jong Il may be dead. Not very good timing since we'll be busy dealing with Arafat's bloated corpse. Each instability makes the world a more dangerous place; also more exciting. The torch passes to fresh blood [meat] and we have a chance to begin healing old wounds and uniting humanity. Israel, Korea, Cuba, and the rest have been on the edge for longer than I’ve been alive. It’s time to reach out in their times of transition (well, Castro isn’t dead yet, but how much longer does he have?) to kiss and make up.

It’s cold and raining. I don’t think it’ll get over 50 degrees today. I want some hot chocolate, or maybe a hot toddy.

I'm beat. The Dinah Cancer show was great, a lot of fun. Butt Trumpet was surprisingly good. They’ve got a totally new lineup, but whatever.

Hung out with a cool woman for a few hours tonight. She said "Oh, gosh!" a lot. How cute is that?

Sid and Nancy is on the tele. It was a Valentine's Day present.