LET YOUR BODY LEARN

Went to the Nitzer Ebb show this past Sunday.

This is me, looking awesome, heading for NYC with grapesodavixen and toasterbath.

Here are Grapesodavixen and Toasterbath, in front of the purple, mercifully air-tight wall separating our seats from the disgusting Lucky Star Bus bathroom. That bathroom smelled like all of Boston's Chinatown condensed into forty cubic feet.

We ham. We are excited.

Here is an unflattering photo of jstatic and I at Irving Plaza. We are drunk, clammy, exhausted, and happy. Note Grapesodavixen's lopsided application of bunny ears.

That was a fantastic concert. I spent four hours dancing, jumping, and screaming. Motor, the opening band, was such a pleasant surprise, I bought their T-shirt.

After the show, we stumbled over to Korova. A Clockwork Orange must have disturbed me more than I thought: Just sitting in that bar made me feel queasy.

The internet is for porn.

Here is the engine I would buy if I were the wealthy owner of a time machine.



454 cubic inches of fuel-injected aluminum, sold out at 500% of my budget. Hey, they still have bare blocks for sale. They cost as much as I want to spend on a complete engine.

If only daydreaming were a high-paying job.