In Lieu of Cleverness

I've spent the past three or four days trying desperately to resurrect my fucked up ass iPod. At press time, I'm at at, say, an 80% recovery rate. Shit has been ill. This shit, though, is holding me down. I even actually paid for it.

Banksy got a pretty sick write-up in old Wired Magazine. I say that like I know him or something. Anyway. Somebody, Higg'nblatt, Shamanz, one of you, needs to tell me how to make stuff like this.

Ooh. Speaking of Old Nicholas, I found a little .45 web-presence. That's okay, man!

Brett done took the Splatt-Pak international. I'm hoping he's bringing back pictures to post & Gitane Blondes. Meanwhile the Thinkin' Fellers Union lost its damn ass off Tuesday.

(What?)

Watching Steamboy.

I'm not one to get a video game boner, you know. I mean I'll head to the shed every now and again. And I'm taking all comers in some Man Cup. That's about it, though.

But damn if Killer 7 isn't some engrossing shit. It's like if David Lynch made a video game. (What the hell is up with davidlynch.com, anyway? Who has a pay site? And more than that ... it's been like 15 years man. I almost don't even care anymore. But can I get the Season Two DVD's already? Fuck.) Gouichi Suda, the guy who made Killer 7, has a pretty good thing going over at his Grasshopper Manufacture. And you don't even have to pay for it.

I think that Dungen would be Rai-Chile's favorite band but he won't listen to 'em even though he's been watching TV at my house for like 48 hours now.

"I fuckin' hate Kid's Week, man." - J. Rai

ATTENTION JENKIN, NEBRASKA & HIEBREDOND: Sad news.

More soon.