Like a tightly wound coil

Sorry for the long silence, but wow, have I ever been too tense lately. Don't know whether it's just winter madness or what. Help me out, blog readers - what relaxes you?

Farewell to Satan

This Thursday night marked Powered By Satan's final show in Rochester at the fabulous Bug Jar. Yours truly was in attendance, totally doing the mopey indie rock thing by standing in the back with my arms folded and wearing a black hoodie. Actually it was an official Diesel Sweeties skull hoodie - someone thought the logo was a Pac Man ghost, but I pointed out it was in fact a skull, in honor of the Man In Red!

The show did not disappoint. The mulletastic Worm Quartet warmed up the crowd with an excellent set. Then Powered By Satan took the stage and serenaded us all with tales of scrotum frogs (that link isn't quite safe to click on at work, kids) and Coney Island whitefish (no link provided - if you don't know, ask me some other time). We also pondered the eternally puzzling question, "if God did not want us to eat cows, why did he make them out of beef?" As some of you may know, PBS played Risley Hall's festival of bad music way back in the pre-blog days of late 1994 or early 1995 - not as memorable an evening as his farewell show, but only because it was a long time ago. Back when we flaunted our anti-authority cred, dammit!

The Century Mark

This is my 100th post! And it only took me 22 months. That ought to count for... something. Anyways, I enjoy marking the passing of meaningless milestones, so, well, here you go.

It's 2007

The end of my holiday break passed without much incident. I spent most of New Years' weekend kicking back in my slippers, as demonstrated above. However, it seems my sinus infection started to come back just in time for going back to work. How nice.

It's 2007. Let's be careful out there.