Judgement Night 2: Fast Zombies Take All!

It's amazing to consider that I am so unstimulated during the day and yet still largely unable to sit down and write something here. Does that make sense? Not really; maybe your writing would be clearer if you tried it at some time other than 12:33 a.m. on a Saturday night. Well, I would try writing at some time other than 12:33 a.m. on a Saturday night, but I've got this weird inability to write at other times of the day -- that's what I'm trying to say, that it's amazing to consider that I don't write more given the fact that my days are largely uneventful spans of time filled with non-adventures of my own choice. Oh, I think I see what you're getting at. OK then, I forgive you. And I you. Thank you. You're welcome, and by that I mean, "I'm welcome."

Every year or so I'll feel badly for not keeping in touch with Bryant Johnson, who was the among the funniest and most talented people I knew in Montreal. So on the Every Year or So Anniversary, I'll google the kid and visit his web-comic, which inevitably leads me to believe that I always underestimated his intelligence. It'd be easy enough to contact him, but sometimes I feel that I've got too little to offer in terms of scintillating correspondence and the scathingly witty insights found therein. He just illustrated a card game based on 19th Century paleontology, and I'm wildly impressed with that.

Oh, here's Dave news you can use: I got a new cellphone. The number's the same, but the phone is all new and all different. For reasons best discussed with my fictional therapist, I got a phone that takes pictures. I'm already imagining myself taking photos of hotel heiresses in the altogether, ne'er-do-wells' license plates, and secret documents. So if anyone knows of any hotel heiresses in the altogether, ne'er-do-wells' license plates, and/or secret documents, please call me on my cellphone and let me know.

Is it "ne'er-do-wells" or "ne'ers-do-well"? (To learn the answer, flip to page 3!)

Does my fondness for incorrect convoluted plural forms ever get tired? (To learn the answer, read the next word: No.)

The title of this post is a tribute to the wonderful mix CD sent as a thank you to those who pledged during Mike Lupica's show during the 2005 WFMU marathon. Sweet Christ is it ever good. And Michael Shelley's "What Else Should I Do While These Razor Cuts Heal" is another insanely good WFMU marathon thank-you mix CD. I've got other WFMU marathon thank-you mix CD's, but I haven't listened to them yet because I'm unable to stop listening to the aforementioned two. I'll keep you posted, and possibly post an mp3 or two in the days ahead. Or hell, just email me and I'll send you a copy: superstar at this domain, yo.