Of course, I can talk all I want about offering bait to easily-trapped GBV fans on ILM but the second some arch-rockist asshole emails me (about a 19-month-old, tossed-off blogpost!) I of course rise like the sun. I won't give the person the honor of bothering to mention their name (hint: author of at least four of the most embarrassingly ADD-addled and creepily submerged-misogynistic pieces of popcrit ever, in my hometown weekly, by which I do not mean Seattle or New York), but they found my characterization of their writing to have violent undertones! That's really cute. It's also a red flag, or should have been. Anyway the exchange ended with me calling them an idiot. Resolution for '06: stop responding to this shit.
I used to sell hologram bolo ties at the Mall of America