Breasts in Red and Black

Tiny Alien Humans Babies Everywhere

Everybody's having babies

but Kori and I

it's ok with me

I don't want a little guy

even one as cute

as Lucas or Huxsley

or Winston or Odin

who are far from Ugly

The barf and spit

fart and shit

lay there and gurgle

for the fun of it

lovely to look at

but not to hold

and anyway I think

I'm just too damn old

Seriously, sometimes I wonder why any of my pals let me point a camera at one of their kids, because for some reason they almost always come out looking like aliens.

Me and My clone, Mini E

My roomate Kate came as me to the Halloween Party last weekend.

Well, as half me, since she's about half my weight and half my age.

It's rather odd to look out from the stage and see your MiniMe walking around.

Bitch looks a lot cuter than me too!

Tattoo, with Shadows and Sunshine, August 2007

Heastock Barbies

Hot glued to the headstock, the shrunken heads wanted to scream, but had no lungs.

All night they bounced up and down, terrified by the loud music and rude people.

Alien Babies Will Find You No Matter Where You Hide

You cannot hide from Alien Baby.

Not in your closet

not under your bed

he will find you

he never stops looking

he may pee on you

he may barf on you

but he'll find you

and if you're not mom

and lunch, he's gonna be pissed

and fill your head

with shrieks and howls

from his baby jowls

no, you cannot hide

Rockin' out at Wonder's Pub for Halloween

We played at Wonder's Pub Saturday, the yearly Halloween Party.

VO-5, The Motor Primitives and our band, The Sigourny Weavers.

I had fun. I glued barbie heads all over my guitar, and flashing LED lights and glow sticks.

My ears are still ringing. Shit, then again, they always ring. Old age sucketh mightily, even if I still can rock out rude.

My Peak Experience With a Chili Dog

I love chili dogs and fries and Mountain Dew. While driving through Marquette, Michigan, a crumbling old town slowly being eaten around the edges by garbage fast food joints run by giant corparate greed pigs, we spied The Coney Station.

All gleaming stainless steel and retro bar stool filled, it managed to have a new look with a very old vibe. As we pulled in, they put the open sign up and we had this fine 11 am breakfast, and before devouring this fine lookin' pile of truly American food, I took a few photos.

They really do the classic chili dog and fries about as good as it could ever be. There's a purity to this that is almost never seen in fast food these days.

My new pal big H and his lunch counter