And let me just say that by "disciplined", I don't mean the kind of discipline that involves a ruler, 3 yards of white satin, some wax, and a very naughty nun. I mean discipline of a sort that keeps me from blogging as much as I want to for the moment. Circumstances beyond my immediate control have conspired to prevent me from blogging during normal business hours.

I'll give you a real update soon, I promise. I've been dealing with a very bad situation at work, and that's sort of taking all of my free mental capacity (it's hard having a brain the size of a walnut (aside from the obvious problem of being constantly attacked in the face by ravenous squirrels)).

In the meantime, please complete this sentence:

I love Tony Danza because ___________

It's Friday, and that means it's time for a review of this week's new Indie Rock releases!



Elbow Follicles: We Ate Your Toast

Sometimes, it's enough to be inscrutable. This seven person outfit (3 of whom play glockenspiel) are as confusing as listening to Animal Collective backwards, underwater, and while being eaten by a tiger. A water tiger.

I sort of embarassed myself just now. I stood up from the couch and yelled "SANDWICH TIME!". Only there was no one there.

Except for some plants.

And they didn't act very excited about Sandwich Time.

Leafy traitors.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's been a while. Sometimes (rarely) I clam up and just keep to myself. Don't worry, I'm feeling better AND more verbose. So prepare to be rambled at. Shut up, Robert Plant.

First off, I've been doing some more writing. In addition to that Porcelain Seed thing (which I WILL be continuing, like it or not), I've started working on the stuff for the Russians. I'm pretty sure I've talked about that here, but I'm too lazy to look up links, so I'll re-cap.