I have exactly nothing to say tonight, dear reader.  Not there there isn’t a lot on my mind…I can’t remember a time when there wasn’t…and not that I don’t have a lot to say.  But there’s nothing I can really say if I plan on getting any sleep.

Anyway, I just thought I’d pop in and say hey.  So, hey.

N.P.: “The Shame of Life” – Butthole Surfers

Happy Diwali, dear reader.

It is not unusual for me to read multiple published, allegedly edited, and definitely paid-for articles every day with basic grammatical and usage errors so egregious as to keep them from passing my most basic ESL composition class.  Which is depressing, but not quite as depressing as the fact that no one apparently notices.  Editorial in-boxes are not being flooded with vociferous complaints demanding better.  Nobody gives a shit.  The errors that I read are the same I hear made constantly by the herd who have no natural ear for the music of the language and learned their bastardized verbal perversions from inordinately-assed Armenians on reality TV.  Reading the same errors in news articles confirms their erroneous notions of grammatical competence (of course I am giving the herd rather a lot of credit here, assuming they spend any part of their vapid days actually reading anything).  It’s enough to drive a linguistically sensitive guy like me to drink.  Incidentally, it’s about time for a new desk whiskey.  Jack Fire can be quite nice this time of year, with its icy nights.

N.P.: “Empty Room” – Prince

It warms my heart to hear of the violent death of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.  Fuck that guy.  May he burn eternally.

N.P.: “Get Your Body Beat” – Combichrist

What a ludicrously long day.  Started before 0500 and is still going strong.  Well, I don’t know how strong it is, but it’s certainly still going.

N.P.: “Strangletage” – Umphrey’s McGee

Interesting times, dear reader.  And busy…my god.  I suspect there are world leaders who are less pressed for time than I am these days.

Gotta write.  Gotta sleep.

N.P.: “Rowboat” – Johnny Cash

Travel day.

N.P.: “Älä pelkää (Atomirottaa) – Atomirotta

Well, shit, dear reader…took another big ass nap today.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  It might be late-onset narcolepsy.  The inappropriately high temperatures may have something to do with it.  Just disgusting.

I didn’t get a damn thing done today.  I guess I needed to rest, but it seems wasteful.  I’ve still got a little time to write.

N.P.: “Ashes to Ashes” – Faith No More

I took a big-ass nap and now I’m fussy.  Oddly and inappropriately awake for this hour of the night.  Probably pissing the neighbors with my music, but fuck them.  I dislike the neighbors.  I wish them ill.  I’m considering dynamiting their obsessively manicured lawn.

Well, since I’m so awake, I going to write.

N.P.: “Absolution” – Ghost

I got a lot of words down today, dear reader.  You would have been proud.
I wish it was snowing.  Or at least raining.  Or at least cold.  It’s time, dammit.

N.P.: “Many Thanks” – Dope Stars Inc.