I totally lied about the weather - today was knock-your-eyes-out-your-head beautiful: cloudless blue sky, warm in the sun, cool in the shade. Memphis in the fall is no bad place to be.

And I did find a CD-RW, but not internal. For technical reasons that would not be a good thing. Sonya and I burned our first one tonight - it sounds just like the real thing. Cool. Of course, the first one fucked up after recording for only forty-seven seconds. But the next one worked just fine.

What's that? You say you want a track listing on this new CD we made? Well, I'm not one to ignore the requests of my public.

1. Placebo - Ion
2. Siouxsie and the Banshees - The Killing Jar
3. The Cure - Homesick
4. Switchblade Symphony - Roller Coaster
5. Corpus Delicti - Noxious (The Demon's Game)
6. Berlin - The Metro
7. Deathline International - Wild Boys (Earth Shock Remix)
8. Placebo - Nancy Boy (Blue Amazon Mix)
9. Bauhaus - She's In Parties
10. Iggy Pop - Nightclubbing (Baby Doc Remix)
11. David J - The Enochian Angel of the 7th Aethyr
12. Oingo Boingo - Dead Man's Party
13. Nine Inch Nails - Sin

Ooooh....scary, isn't it?

It's been a strange, long week...devilishly busy at work, then staying up far too late at night, not running since Friday...I think staying out late on Sunday night fucks you up for the rest of the week.

Not that I don't intend to stay out late this coming Sunday night...hell, I ran around town this afternoon putting up flyers. Just trying to do my part to make America great, I suppose. Community service, or something like that.

It's nice, though, having the prospect of a regular night out again. During the spring and summer of '95 we went to Six-One-Six every Wednesday night - no cover 'til ten, free beer 'til midnight. Sonya and I would get there about nine-thirty, stay until right before twelve. We took lots of friends along, too. Thursday morning were hell, but that was really the last good time at Six-One-Six, before it started to become the skoal-lip, acid-wash haven it was in its dreadful last days. You could still see some strange and amazing things there back then.

The summer and fall of '96 found Sonya and I at the Daily Planet every Wednesday night for open mic. That was pretty cool, being a regular at a neighborhood bar. We knew the other regulars and the bartenders. Hell, before the place closed for remodeling and to change ownership - which changed the atmosphere completely - we were out there two or three nights a week. We also got our friends Bill and Donna out of that period, so I think we came out ahead.

George C. Scott is dead. That sucks, doesn't it? He was cool.

Have you seen the Army-themed commercials for the new G4 Macintosh? They're pretty spiffy. And since the Army actually uses a Mac to do their website, well, they have a certain poetic justice to them, don't they?

I'm babbling, aren't I? When Sonya says, "what are you babbling about?" That means she hasn't been listening to a word you've said and doesn't care to hear them now, but you seem so insistent that you be heard that she'll give you a few minutes attention.

You live with someone ten years, you start to pick up on little things like that.

Did anybody see Friends tonight? I think Ross may go insane before this season gets over with. Or maybe he'll become gay, which would actually work pretty well. He's obviously attracted to women he can't have real relationships with. Underlying issues, perhaps?

"This week, on a very special Friends... Ross shares a secret with Rachel."

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