Milo packaging

Nice!

"We care, man..."

Jack does his best to get Rafe to think about getting to a meeting...

Jack is six months old!

Rafe's BFF was a big six months old yesterday!

The Eli Janney Story

Back in the 90's, there were Breeders and GBV and Brainiac.  My crappy little band Mink was on the rung below "real."  Twas ever thus!  I think it was because my parents never divorced.

Anyway, Brainiac had some records produced by Eli Janney, who played in Girls Against Boys.  Girls Against Boys were New Yorkers and sorta "Cute Band Alert"-y, although they didn't ever take off to a huge extent.  I think they had two bass players, maybe, but am too lazy to look it up.

Tim from Brainiac got killed in a car crash, and it was terrible for all involved (especially Tim). 

About a year and half later, we were playing at Mercury Lounge in New York and I saw old Eli Janney standing at the bar and gamboled over and said I was an old friend of Tim Taylor's, that we had just played and here was a copy of our new CD that he might like, that the first song was sort of about Tim dying and how his death rather permeated the whole thing, to much indifferent nodding (though we had met before - I'm sure if I was an actual "Cool Person" and a Guinness-drunk 1998 me was bothering me I would not have been as polite as Eli was, probably).

I think Eli maybe has something to do with Akashic books or some other New York Bowery-ish press, one that cares about Bukowski or something.  Anyway, yesterday I said "I'll be goddamned" as I perused the paper:

I guess even Cool People end up drinking Starbucks at the PTA!

Again: make me rich

See, if you are still thinking of ways for me to be rich, I could buy the Bride this insane clutch for $1500 and not have to think twice.  Or I could use it to carry guitar picks and a Burt's Bees in it.  I'm THAT confident that I could pull it off.  AND that confident you are all thinking of ways for me to join the Idle Rich.  Thanks!

Shit is getting more and more Blade Runner, constantly

Was at Walgreens up the street last night and this was on the ground in the parking lot when I sprung from the truck.

I like the idea of some Russians in our neighborhood writing texting their aunt back in Minsk to say "Aunt Rula!  Send me some more POCTA(PO#KCNOPT!  Dying for that strawberry flavor over here in nowheresville!"

Put on your thinking caps

What exactly are YOU doing to ensure independent wealth for me?  It would be nice if you would think of something post-haste so I can get the three of us to the UK for this show.

Thanks!