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Happy Birthday!

To Mr. Danny Carey, esteemed rythmist and über nice guy...

Happy Trails! (lol)

"what if all the world you used to know is an elaborate dream?"

long weekend... careless and apathetic... almost lost and hopeless... and without a drop of compassion

how is everyone else?

Gave up, The Day The World Went Away. Only, Beside You In Time, The Fragile Love is Not Enough...

...And All That Could Have Been?

"There's no fucking you, there is only me."

(the listening party was the highlight of my week... huzzah, and thanks for the funny inspiration Mr. Reznor)

in through the out door (and the song remains the same...)

i am probibly the last to say this, but good luck to Miss Lizz Winstead wherever her lifes road takes her.

i will try to find out her touring schedual and post it when i find out what it is.

death of a playwright (...)

Arthur Miller, the playwright who wrote The Crucible died yesterday at his home in Roxbury, Connecticut of heart failure. He was 89.

Often called America's greatest living playwright, Miller was 33 when he wrote one of the quintessential plays in the 20th century canon, Death of a Salesman, about Willy Loman, a man struggling with his past inequities while facing his own mortality and worth. The original 1949 play was directed by Elia Kazan and Miller won the Pulitzer Prize for his work.