How dare you be down, LiveJournal!

Mr. Kalthoff (husband of the lovely anmei) and I did our damndest tonight to make a nature documentary, starring some rats, some peanut butter, and a lot of beer.

And no, by "documentary", I don't mean "porn" or "crush flick".

Snuff film, maybe.

This has been a creative period - moviemaking tonight, and veganguy and my resurrection of our band (AMQA) last night.

Beer+a roomful of musical instruments makes for some interesting experiments.

Gotdamn my head itches.

Itchy and scratchy.

I think I need some intervention. I've had basketball on all morning. I'm still not entirely comfortable with my conversion into a casual sports fan. I call myself that with much consternation. I admit that I like sports the same way someone admits liking boy bands, or Barney, or having a fetish for eyebrows with lines shaved in them. You know there are other people like that out there, but you'd never want to admit that you're one of them. I'm an artiste dammit, not a Budweiser-swilling, Cheetos-eating, boxer-short-on-the-recliner-wearing, profanity-screaming-at-the-TV kinda guy. I drink french press coffee and eat fritattas when the game's on.

But really, I'll be content when baseball season starts. I can actually justify my liking of that sport over all others (not saying it's better than others, but just that I like it better). Less ego in baseball, I think.

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Also thought I'd mention the triumphant returns this week of Hairy Muthafuckin' Cocaine Larry and Doncabfan, neither of whom have been seen 'round these parts in many moons.

Go say hi.