Pindeldyboz, the story website with the name I can't spell correctly, now hosts a story of mine called Swallowed. It's about a heinous voodoo bird that casts an evil black shadow over the world. How about that?

I haven't been writing, here or anywhere else. Well that's not entirely true. But the reason has been I bought a television. And a subscribed to cable. And I'm proud, dammit. I needed a breather. I am still in that need. Also I have been spending more time listening to music lately, eating the comforts of the nineties. I've spent a lot of money on vinyl lately. I repurchased every Archers of Loaf record. I've made Polvo mix cd's for my girlfriend. I spent three hours huffing dust out of the bins of a local record graveyard to come away with a handful of Grifters and Unwound 45's. The end product can never attain the level of golden minded nostalgia i have for my past impressions of what my life would one day be like while listening to Guv'ner in my bedroom. Why all the worry?

Needless to say, I didn't get into graduate school.