So, so, so pissed.

My first letter to a Representaive:

Dear Representative Sarbanes,

With the outrageous commutation of Scooter Libby's prison sentence by Mr. Bush, this administration has essentially admitted that the rule of law does not apply to its inner circle. I had thought impeachment an inappropriate avenue until now. Now I must insist that you support the movement to rid the country of this cancer. It has finally become very clear that impeachment is crucial to preserve the very idea of President. To see the office sullied in this manner is unbearable.

Thank you,
Andrew Bockhorst

Now you.

Lovecraft is Rock and Roll

I'm going to try to get it together to scribble more, but I couldn't help but share this.

Fillet of Soul Underground: Loquat

Unbelievable San Francisco quintet, floating heartfelt pop music with a wicked sense of humor (see "Serial Mess," about playing hide and seek with a serial killer).

It's Alive! Alive and Creamy!!!

Wow, hysterical AND terrifying! It's that special brand of mental assault that the Christian fundamentalist community wields so well. Prepare to laugh. And be scared.

Some Clear Joy is in the Record Store

The maestros of mother-me music have come again... God DAMN it, I love them! They're going to be playing in Philly next month, and I'll be there wallowing in it.

Oh yes, and Good Morning America is also coming again, but unlike the Innocence Mission, they're coming to my house. Tonight. I wonder if they'd deliver a message to Glen Beck for me.

Ya Ho!

The best news in the world!

Thanks for the Memory

A quick thanks to Tommy, Janine's brother, who kindly sent me 2 gigs of RAM and some headphones, all in a ploy to get me into the fairly addictive world of City of Heroes. In it, one creates his or her own superhero from scratch, and launches it into a globally interactive cityscape filled with other superheroes from players all over the world.

The real fun, of course, comes in character creation...

and

Oh yes, the Tobacconist was originally supposed to have been the Savage Cabbage, but that name had already been taken. Somehow.

And every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth shall be an abomination.

Thanks to my Dad for scanning umpteen slides into digital form. I hadn't seen this photo since shortly after it was taken.

Done and Done

I'm very tired at the moment, but in a state of muted glee. This is the last day I'll be here in the Siberia of Lancaster, Ohio for the foreseeable future. I think I can honestly say that this has been the longest week and a half in memory, to the point where I'm having trouble remembering what life was like before Januray 24th. Didn't I have a wife? A home? Somewhere... was it Connecticut?

Fillet of Soul Sessions: Feist

Feist performing in studio at KCRW, an NPR affiliate in Santa Monica. The song, venue, lady herself, it's all just too goddamn hip for words.