Last weekend I went to the birthday party of an eleven year old boy whose father bought him a .45. That's a handgun, for those who don't know. Take a second to wrap your mind around that one. I still can't.

In less disturbing news, I still don't have internet access. Tonight when I'm standing a mere three feet away from Trent Reznor I will not regret buying that ticket rather than paying my cable/internet bill.

And, in case any of you weren't clear on this before...the little thing we call "democracy" is totally and completely fucked. Seriously. If I could talk just about all the things I'm not allowed to talk about right now... It's frustrating.