The worst thing about life in Fecal Creek (other than the fact its denizens simply cannot drive to save their lives) is the absolutely brutal and cruel summer heat.  July is typically the worst…that’s the month when our forecast and that of our sister city of Fallujah are identical.

This heat, while ridiculous and totally unacceptable, doesn’t bother me as much as it has in past summers.  Part of this has to do with the fact that I now live and work in what is essentially a house-shaped refrigerator.  Actually, the over-achieving air conditioner has everything to do with why I don’t completely melt down in these ungodly, blasted conditions.  Human beings are not meant to live in temperatures like these.  At least not the Irish human beings.  Certainly not this Irish human being.

It might be time to start talking about getting out of California.

N.P.: “Keep Going” – Tom Morello, The Bloody Beetroots

Holy shit, dear reader…every single one of the red lights on Uncle Jayson’s Threat Assessment Dingus Machine are strobing so fast they’re triggering epileptic conniptions amongst the more sensitive staff members.  And this whole dark deal is causing me to lose sleep and have weird dreams.

The Bad Things are coming, it’s just a matter of when.  The Horsemen are mounting up, and soon they will ride.  It could be this week, it might wait until the dead of winter…hell, it could be tonight around dinner time.  I have no idea.  But I do know this: when It starts, I’ll be ready.  And you’d better be too, dear reader.

N.P.: “Enter Sandman The Doors Style” – Denis Pauna

Meetings.  Endless meetings.  Meetings that lead to more meetings.

I am officially sick of meetings.

N.P.: “Kiss (feat. Tom Jones)” – The Art of Noise

I don’t think skateboarding should be an Olympic sport.  There, I said it.  Fuck you.