Terrifying.

Relaxing at home, or, in actuality, merely the house I grew up in. Ahhh.

Back in the swing of things in PGH next week. It's gonna be a big fucking week, too.

Tuesday, I'll be at the Smiling Moose, as regular as rain in Portland.

Wednesday, I'll be at The Obey House, with Brad Ryan, cracking wise and eating fries.

Thursday, maybe the St. James Place. Even though I may not make it, you should still go, as it's a good time.

Saturday is Terry Jones DVD taping. Be there for that shit. Fucking be there!

The 25th is the competition finals. Information on the will be forthcoming.

And now, some observations about DirectTV:

Hmmm. Patrick Swayze dying of cancer doesn't really justify the shitty-ass TV show he's in. It blows.

Dennis Quaid is a far better Doc Holliday than Val Kilmer, but Kurt Russell is a more badass Wyatt Earp than Kevin Costner.

Pale Rider is still better than both of the films alluded to above. Fiction kicks ass.

Superbad rocks too.

Quite possibly the best photo ever taken. At least the best non-sexual photo. Although I suppose somewhere, someone, is or will be getting off to it. This photo makes the April cover of the Life magazine in my head.



Only in Germany!

This is the best ever!-BK