This song will hold up for all eternity.

Which I guess is why Cadillac is using it for a commercial 12 years after its release. Saw this a few weeks ago. Rad.

Mini-reunion.

It's quite remarkable how people you love and trust can be living salves to the wounded and lonely heart. I <3 Jed and Ash.


Some dude was practicing jazz trumpet in his car at midnight.


Flash 9000!


Grizz in headlights.


The essence of our friendship.

QOTSA rocked my face (and pants) off.

I think I've made it sufficiently clear at this point that I am in love with Joshua M. Homme.

You. Me. Tomorrow night.

Stacey, meet enterthegrizz.blogpot.com.

Holy mother of all things heinous, this rules my face. As if playing three quarters of a step above the backing track (on a trumpet!!!) weren't enough, we also get heel-clicks and box steps. Horrifying entertainment, thy name is pageantry.

I win.

It's just after five p.m. and I'm wearing glasses and the clothes I slept in last night. I only brushed my teeth an hour ago. I rule.

It's been quiet around here lately. That's because it hasn't been so quiet in my tangible world lately. Apologies and an attempt to remedy the sitch shortly.