January 28th, 2010.
Someone out there is a toilet paper tester. They check out the scent. They investigate the softness, the flimsiness. They worry about the grip, the ripples, whether it rips. Someone
January 25th, 2010.
Saturday morning at around 3am we were finally leaving Club Octane. We retreated to an actual HOTEL in Star City, WV and quickly crashed, only to have to get up
January 23rd, 2010.
It’s sunshiney, it’s beautiful. We’re in wild and wooly West Virginia, we’re well-fed and racing, headed north to Pittsburgh. Last night’s show was a mix of debacle and delicious, with
January 22nd, 2010.
Yup, I was coming down with something. I spent all night coughing and I fear I kept Heather up till dawn. By now I’m awake, but groggily so. I spent
January 21st, 2010.
I’ve got a headache. It’s sprung from nowhere to abuse my brain. Not enough sleep, too much coffee, and quite possibly the edges of a cold all encroaching slowly on
January 20th, 2010.
I’m really freaking tired, so I’m going to keep this short. Saturday was our last day at the NAMM show and we saw a lot of cool stuff. Kristen wrote a
January 16th, 2010.
Every morning is in adventure. Wednesday night we’d ended up eating pretty generically, an IHOP across the street from Disneyland. The cab that took us back to the hotel was
January 14th, 2010.
Anaheim, California is overrun by two principle species at this moment: the aging rockerand the underage princess. I’m closer to the former than the latter, but some people would accuse
January 13, 2010.
I’m 36,000 feet in the air and it’s -78 degrees outside and the conversations that are swirling around me are almost as poisonous. David Eisner and Kristen and I are
January 10th, 2010.
Heather’s been bringing home the bacon. Which is an ironic thing to say because of her family’s religious background. Inappropriate? Probably. What I MEANT to say is that Heather’s been