3 unrelated items:

a) in a situation of near-cosmic injustice, not only can i not go see axl if he appears on oct. 24th in miami due to having to "go to differential equations class" and such, but i am also forbidden from seeing celtic frost who are appearing on tour for the first time in almost two decades at exactly the same time as the axl show! what kind of universe schedules thing like this? i have clearly upset some elder somebody with withered/withering tentacle collection. this is nearly made up for by having purchased fricking melvins tickets for 11/5/06! hooray! and additionally item

b) wherein i go to a high school football game for the first time in my life and not any plain hsfg but homecoming! high school football extravanganza including non-survival-research-adaptation of golf carts for pseudo-piratical ends ever last night dressed in charging bull elephant beige shirt and rather ripped jeans having been sick for a week and dazed, etc from still seeing the science of sleep earlier and not going to metal shows. way more disorganized and dissociative than i had assumed, i had a good time. i felt at peace and oneness with the kosmos, despite said kosmos' earlier total screwing of me re: axl/tom g. warrior which i will let slide as the kosmos is way way more totally informationally aware than myself. the hs football team was truly awful, as if all gatorade had been dosed with haldol in advance rather than afterwards as is protocol. nontheless, they were dressed in fanciful rouge/noir war ensemble which is exceptionally metal in countenance and hs marching band threw out of nowhere up an "iron man" with heavy bass drone. wicked! then later, after the game had ended, which added layers of weirdness, the two school bands faced off. our red/black heroines had many more twiddly and massive percussion batteries and jazz soloing. they twirled guns in the air and had lovely flags. mostly though i was lost in dreams of the all-sabbath-all-the-time-high-school-marching-band i will one day lead to monster-truck-style crushings uber alles! a reverie somewhat interrupted by random item

c) on iron chef america right now they just said "little molasses microdots". if/when i have a paisley underground revival band, that is going to be the title of our first album.

much love! me.