This is Just to Say

To all,
The sirs and madams
who want to use
my pictures,

And have high hopes
and genuine wishes
of convincing me
to do so;

You should really have
cash
or check
in hand.

Subsidized Fun for Your Entertainment in Post-bubble America.

Dear friends and well-wishers,

This is short notice and I do not expect for my readership to have much of an impact. In the spirit of your boy Barry's gift to America (le Stimulus), The Mighty Handful (above and below, bellowing) have the following offer on the table,

"alright, here's the deal:

we (the Mighty Handful) found out today (Wed March 11th) that we have a show tomorrow night (Thu March 12th) at Crash Mansion at 11:00 pm
If we bring 20 people we get paid $300
we really want to record, we have no money to do so, this would be a really good kick in the ass

the point is we need YOU to come
it might not be all ages, I don't know, It's 10 dollars, but if you need us to I am willing to pay 5 dollars to you after the show
please baby?"

So there you have it. Your checkbook will be stimulated to the tune of five (5) United States Dollars and your ass will be stimulated to the tunes of The Mighty Handful. You know you want to go. It's tomorrow (Thursday). Thursday has been the new Friday for the better part of twenty years. Go. Drink. You pansy fuckers.

Where We're From, The Birds Sing A Pretty Song

Subtitled: Emo Bird Is Emo



Today, sharing images with you brings me no joy, and I think my dead-bird friend here kind of says it all.

I'm getting audited and as much as I'd like to play it off as another life experience, it's a very lonely feeling right now, especially since they're asking for info from 2005 which I don't really have in any sort of complete form, and there's a big chunk of change that they're curious about that I have no documentation on AT ALL. I certainly won't have it by Monday (which is Opening Day, the first day of Spring). The numbers that we're talking about in terms of money are sort of nebulous to me and I have no cotton-pickin' idea why they'd want to audit me to begin with, short of 2005 being the first year I actually rose above the poverty line.

I've been asked by my friends, who are fearful of the same thing happening to them, to take good notes ... So in short terms, let this be a lesson to you, kiddies: keep EVERYTHING. One of my head-slapping moments was realizing that I had shredded 2005's phone bills literally 12 hours before the audit summons arrived in the mail. That said, they say to keep this sort of shit for 7 years. There isn't that much space in my universe.