Obligatory Halloween Post

I don’t know what I’m doing tonight, but I definitely celebrated Halloween last Saturday. Naturally, I celebrate by not thinking up a clever costume, and then going with whatever’s easiest and cheapest at the last minute.

I was going to a costume kickball game followed by a warehouse rock show in honor of Elbert’s birthday, and I feared chastisement if I didn’t at least try to sport a costume. So, I cut some holes in my worn-out pillowcase and went as a pillow. Of course, most people didn’t dress up anyway.

To make matters worse, nobody even understood my costume. The closest they came was a couple people who asked if I was a pillowcase. WTF? That’s like dressing up as Babe Ruth, then having people ask you if you’re a baseball uniform. Although, now that I think about it, that would be a pretty rad costume...

“Hey, nice Babe Ruth costume!”
“Actually, I’m a baseball uniform, MORON.”

I think the best Halloween costumes let you antagonize anyone who dares to speak to you.

Is anything worthwhile even happening tonight? I might just sit in my room and eat cookies. Ah, my decadent mid-twenties. Years from now, I’ll look back and have no recollection of Halloween 2007.

House of Chocolate

I’m back from tour, with a soft belly and a mild case of delirium tremens. I’m pretty sure I’ll be throwing together a tour diary in the next couple weeks. At the moment, I’m sitting in my new house in San Francisco, procrastinating the unpacking of all my boxes of stuff. It’s a pretty good time.



This is the view from my living room. I suppose the paint job doesn’t bother me too much at the moment, but it definitely did when we first started moving stuff over in the beginning of September. Just as a broken clock tells the correct time twice a day, a house with a tasteless color scheme will be relatively appropriate a couple weeks out of the year.

I hope they change it in November.