I hope you people recognize how much restraint I've been showing lately. I mean, if I had somehow stumbled over a copy of the new Nine Inch Nails record, and it happened to offer no less than the enormous aesthetic satisfaction of a narrative put to rights, it would be pretty tough for a blowhard like me not to write a 10,000 word post enumerating the reasons why. Don't think for a second that that post isn't in the proverbial pipes, my poor, poor readers, but for now, you are spared.
In the meantime, I've been teaching English, driving the endless Los Angeles freeways in my rickety pimp-mobile, wondering how the heck it's all going to turn out when I leap into the great beyond in a little less than two months, and hassling my teen-aged son by monopolizing his iPod, making him wash the dishes, and kissing him in front of his school mates.
How are you guys?