this has nothing to do with Buddyhead.

i'm bummed about my job. nothing but bad news and bad energy (no wait, there isn't even energy - it's like the opposite of that old line about not having any luck at all). and i'm so bitter that whenever i see good work all i think is what a waster i am.

and i had to spend 20 minutes undoing the undoing of the spyware that comes with Kazaa so i could make it work again, and i don't even know how to pronounce 'kazaa' correcctly, and i'm glad that the .com boom is grinding to a halt so that new companies can find something vaugely in a indu-european tradition of pronounciation, and not just the shortest random combination of letters that verisign will allow, and whoever was squatting on ideateller.com has stopped.

but in this pity party (motto: more balls than the democratic party) mood, i'm just going to feel like a shit for not having anything to put up on ideateller.com except this shitty blog and maybe a link to a monkey sniffing its own ass.

and for no good reason at all, i don't feel sorry for a no-legged dog because even though it can't go from point A to point B it can still lick it's own genitalia.

oh, this is a link to a sarcastic punk zine:

buddyhead :: night time is the right time