The lessons I've learned from Monolith.

1. Drum synths are fun to play with for at least an hour.

2. Bob Log III knows a chord which makes women "put their boob in his drink."

3. Art Brut is top of the Pops.

4. Always pick up sunglasses you find on the ground. You may get hugged.

5. Hemp ice cream is delicious.

6. The BJM really ought to go fuck themselves. (I refuse to spell out the bands full name so as to avoid gaining them any recognition whatsoever.)

7. Minorities don't listen Indy Rock.

8. Giant red rocks are awesome, but this goddamn country's full of them.

9. Lights are better when irradiated. So claims The Flaming Lips.

10. I'm hopelessly in love with Wayne Coyne.

________________
Those are the mountains up there.

Enter Post Title Here.

I've once again stooped to a new low. Gambling. And not that cool gambling from Rounders. Scratch-off lottery tickets. There's another paycheck down the drain.

For those of you who didn't hear the news, I'm working at Vitamin Cottage now. This is pretty much my last chance to make it big in the natural health industry out here. If this doesn't work out I'll have to start buying my Cold Snap at Whole Foods (shudder). It's going pretty well there I suppose, it would seem I enjoy bagging. Also, as of yet no one has said, "Retail is detail." Let's pray that it stays that way, for the sake of the last remaining shred of sanity I cling to.

________________________________________________________
Every time you see the word also, read it alas. Takes the narrative up a peg.