I can't undo it.

So, Nick Francel helped me pull an edition the other day. It's getting sent off to... some coast somewhere, I don't know.

Anyway, it was a little hot in the back room and I tied my shirt up to give my big, awesome six pack some air. Soon after, I rested by big, macho legs.  Then Nick took a picture.

And now it belongs to the ages.

Go congratulate Nick on being the next Robert Mapplethorpe.

LONG LIVE THE PROSPERING!

Sometimes I go to websites. I tend to frequent Geeks of Doom and today this was posted over there. I figured it's worth sharing. Oh, If only the rest of our country and the world appreciated cold, effective, Vulcan logic... 

Shit would rule. 

Also (and this is far less important) if you don't already listen to Hot Snakes, you should.
Go, do it now.

Space Race!

Howdy, fellers. 

I figured y'all could use an update. So, here's the new block- a little inked. It's gonna get weird.

(Human Hands)

(Burning Ears and Dwight Eisenhower)

(Blech!)

(Alienese)

That's all. Now go think about where the moon came from. It's been all over the news recently.