- I miss my girlfriend. A lot. Boy, she's swell. She's down in Texas this week (city of Austin, let me hear ya) at a special event-like happening for the magazine that employs her, so Austinites, give a holla. If you see her on the street, you'll know her 'cause she sweet, shout out and let her know that her boy loves her so. Unh.
- My job is not quite bringing fulfillment and a sense of purpose to my life lately. Who wants to die and leave me a trainload of money? Anyone? Anyone at all? Seriously, people, I'm nearing in on 40 and the only thing I know for sure is that working is for fucking chumps.
- Hey, how's that Ludic Log reboot coming? you fail to ask. Well, here's how: I'm starting the thing up, with at least weekly updates, at the kickoff of 2006, come Helen Highwater. I may not have the fancy redesign going, but at least I'll put up some new content. (Also a more prominent link to this LiveJournal, since it's got content coming out its back channel, quality of same notwithstanding.)
- Speaking of the ol' Ludic Log, it was recently linked at Screenhead
, one of the many side projects of the highly annoying but very popular Gawker web empire. They provided their jaded readers a glimpse at my MODOK page, which I guess is more gratifying than the hits I still get for 'naked pix She-Hulk fanny'.
- I have a bunch of fun freelance assignments coming up: an end-of-year list of my favorite Christmas songs; a piece for a national magazine about how this was The Year Of Metal; my year's-best-music submission to a local rag; an interview with cartoonist Heather McAdams about her awesome Li'l' Country Calendar show at FitzGerald's; a profile of tasty Arab songstress Souad Massi; an interview with Los Straitjackets; and a review of the new Outkast record. Unfortunately, at least two of the people I need to talk to, no names no pack drill, are making it hard on me by failing to provide any contact information. You know, this whole PR game, it's just free publicity, folks. It's not gonna help anyone to play it like you're a shrinking violet who would just as soon not be creating art for public consumption.