toshiromifune69

The New Year has thus far been a cold mother-*#$%@;&!!er...I'm always amazed anew each year just how bad January can be here in New England--and I usually bitch about it until somewhere around April when it's starts to thaw again. I was reading Tim Cahill's JAGUARS RIPPED MY FLESH the other day though--which helped give me perspective--he lives in a small town near Yellowstone National Park--and it gets so cold there in the winter that trees explode when the sap freezes sometimes...and porcupines are exempt from being killed out of anger because they offer a mobile food source to any hikers that might get stranded in the woods in the winter.

Peace and quiet, some time spent with the people I love, a chance to read undisturbed for longer than an hour, a new Clive Barker novel from my little sister, the full FLCL OST from Bit Torrent, and an almost complete lack of bowl crumb harrassment apart from one comment from one of the Nazi girl's friends...sigh. Here's to good music, glitch-free downloads, and blood red pedicures on alabaster toes for the New Year...and maybe a chance to finally sit down and work on some new DA posts so my gallery won't look so starved.                       Yours,                        Brian

Largely the people I've been lucky enough to talk to thus far on DA have been interesting, talented and cool....but I recently had the poor luck to run into three serious bowl crumbs--one girl lost in Nazi-chic, one poser fond of faux English idioms, and one wannabe skater-boy--they've been flaming me a fair bit and I am feeling a little like an out of sorts old man in the face of their youthful, inane malice...but the overwhelmingly good vibe of this community gives me hope--and with any luck someone will come along with a scrap of toilet paper and sweep these three errant bowl crumbs into the spiraling blue vortex that eventually claims all