This was a discount store, now it's turned into a cornfield.

Jeez. I take one day off from blogging and people start freaking out. What about him? Or any of the innumerable others who take a day off here or there?

Anyway, it hasn't been particularly eventful around here, so there wasn't much to blog about. Yesterday was complete vegetation day. I did a little internet research, thought a little about my fantasy team, learned that Urge Overkill recently reunited and played a show in San Diego which went completely under the rader (or, at least, under my radar). That pissed me off, but at the same time made me happy. Had some Bronx Pizza, took a walk in the park, and sang a little karaoke at the Carriage House in Kearny Mesa. Man, that place was a little disappointing. You didn't have to tip the DJ, but there was no stage, no mic stands, and basically no real entertainment until your next song was called, which could have been an hour or more, even with only, like, 10 people in the bar. But I did some nice renditions of Sledgehammer and Burnin' Down the House (even though I wanted to do Take Me to the River, which they ended up not having at the last minute).

I finished the (hopefully) final mixdown of my tune. It's now in .mp3 format on the Doctor Castrato page. Do your worst.

I'm on campus now, a shameful state of affairs. I have to have a meeting with a professor to organize stuff for a prospectives visit weekend. Ugh. I vowed not to return this week, to no avail, apparently.

So, in conclusion, here's a new James Ellroy Quote, from L.A. Confidential:

Justice in the City of Fallen Angels reminds us of a line from that sin-sational sepia show Porgy and Bess. Like "a man," it's "a sometime thing." As in for instance: if you're a well-connected contributor to demon D.A. Ellis Loew's slush fund and you get murdered - killer beware!!! - L.A. Chief of Police William H. Parker will spare no expense unearthing the fiend who put you on the night train to the Big Adios. But if you're a crusading journalist writing for this magazine and you get chopped into Ken-L Ration in your own living room - killer rejoice!!! - Chief Parker and his moralistic, misanthropic, mindless mongolians will sit on their hands (well worn from palming payoffs) and whistle "justice is a sometime thing" while the killer whistles Dixie.