Christianity has always been useful as a social barometer to tell me when something I liked was no longer cool. It happened to etheral gothic pop (Evanescence), it happened to Dance, Dance, Revolution, (Dance Praise!) and Guitar Hero is next on the godly chopping block.

And here I thought I'd have to go to bed without seeing Devendra's pubic area!

This is lovely and I'm glad to see it!

Don't lock your door, or we'll come through your rooftops!

Look at his little face...

At the airport recently, I realized that my driver's license was in the jacket I had been drinking in the night before, and not in my wallet. I was slightly amused that my Costco card was asked for, because evidently terrorists hate buying in bulk- or did Costco do a background check on me that I was not aware of? Why is this the gold standard of alternative ID, and not, say, a gym membership? I think if I want to exercise to live longer, that will include not hijacking a plane. I found that if you are nice, and are willing to have every piece of your luggage searched and your shoes examined for incendiary materials, you can get on a plane in Portland with very little problem.

Isobel's just scared of being replaced with cheaper, longer-lasting replicant dogs- as are we all!

My doggy, not known for having a great sense of smell, alternately play-bows and growls at a bear sculpture. Dogs don't really understand art.

Well, on the Joey Chaos ripoff tip- comparing the good-looking alt-rock robot and the chubby Canadian goth, I say: wishful thinking, dogg. We all read William Gibson novels.