Don't send them to me. I won't reply, and then you'll be angry. I'll run into you weeks later while we're waiting for our flights at Hartsfield, and you won't talk to me, and I won't understand, and it may take years to heal the rift.

A hint: if I mention that my plans for the night include strippers, I am probably joking. I can count the number of stripper nights I've experienced on one hand. The hand with only three fingers.

The Fiery Furnaces, Tropical Iceland:

Not my favorite of their songs. Of Montreal does a pretty fun cover (skip to about 1:35 for music):

They're playing a show in Athens on Halloween night - I might have to check it out.

As mentioned earlier, I'll be at the Drum Circle near Little Five Points tonight.  Deconform asked me to write another few hundred words beyond the 750 they originally wanted, so I thought I might talk to some people while I'm down there.  Also, I think they've convinced some photographers to tag along.

Mainly though, I plan on being Ben O'Winehands, a lighthearted young man with wine bottles permanently duct taped to each hand.

I'm really looking forward to seeing what color my pubic hair becomes as I grow older.

Do doctors who preform amputations ever get the urge to cook and eat unneeded limbs?

Where can I buy a space pen?

I bet a book titled "How to Write a Best Selling Novel" would sell pretty well.

New furniture idea: beanbag toilet.

They make special nose and ear hair trimmers - can you get one of those for ball hair?

Also - install white board and markers in next apartment's bathroom.

Note to self: If you write all up and down your back in permanent marker, do not sleep on white sheets.