at the end of the day you’re another day older

Ryan:
Do you remember the 6 o’clock sun?  Just after dinner.  A drum pushing down on my shoulders and against my full stomach.  We were running sets for the 8th hour that day.  That sun was like a knife–piercing as it set, going to bed for the night.  Me.  Longing to go to bed with it.  [...]

Are you cold?

I went to Fever Formal last night and I have to commend the men of the Fever House on their efforts and amazing ability to throw a party.
The truth is that I was not feeling so well. I started to come down with a stupid cold late on Thursday and by Friday I began [...]

He’s got great manners and stops talking at your request

A few weeks ago at the office my boss and I were going over a mailer he was about to send out–making corrections, discussing grammar, and making sure it was 100% professional.
“I know this is super nit-picky,” I said, “but Internet should have a capital ‘I,’ because it is a proper noun.  It describes a specific [...]

there is no crying in bassline

The three of us spent an inordinate amount of time together.  It had to be that way, though, and I didn’t mind.  We couldn’t actually function as a whole instrument without each other and the two males that were the tail-end of the bass line.  They would always group us together, despite our completely different [...]

Denver or bust.

See you suckers later.  Be back Monday night.

F-C-OOOOooooo!